It's a twister, it's a twister...

Last Sunday night we were enjoying a quiet evening at home when all of a sudden I heard a noise. It reminded me of the high pitched humming noise our water pipes used to make when there was low water pressure or the valve wasn't open enough. At first I thought "Who is turning on the shower?" but knowing that everyone was in the living room I brushed the thought away. A minute later the sound came again, however, this time it sounded distant over the noise of the kids. I again thought, "What the heck?!?!?" and I asked Jeremiah where the sound was coming from. We muted the television, attempted to mute the children and listened carefully to the annoying noise that began to fill the room. Tornado Sirens! I didn't even realize it was raining or "storming" and yet the Tornado sirens were going wild on a Sunday Night. The kids went from quiet normalcy to loud, freaking out-edness (I totally just made up that word)

Our home doesn't have a basement and every room has an exterior wall so we didn't know where to go. We quickly realized the only choice was the closet under the stairs. It's a long, narrow closet and could easily fit all of us somewhat comfortably. We listened to the sirens continue to whine and the kids became quite nervous. We said a prayer and we talked for while, telling silly joke to lighten the mood. We sang songs, Brinton read a comic book and the girls played with their dolls. Jeremiah had the satellite view of the storm system pulled up on his iPad and we were able to follow the activity. We listened to the radio reports for over an hour, cramped inside that little closet.






In the end it was all hype and no tornado (which is a good thing) but I'm grateful for the time we got to spend together in that little closet. Crazy as it may seem it was actually fun. I now highly endorse squashing into a small space with your family at least once a month. I guarantee it will lead to some fun memories. :)