Falling On My Head Like a Memory

 

I wish it would rain. 

When Bliss was born, I woke up in the middle of the night. You know how it's never truly quiet in the hospital? But at night there's a hush, voices are subdued, the lights are mellower and you can hear the nurses shoes squeak by outside. I had a giant window in my room, that took up one whole wall. Underneath was the bed for the husbands. I use the term bed loosely. A slightly wider then normal couch would be a better term for it. My husband and three year old were crunched together, but sleeping soundly. I can't remember what floor we were on, but it was pretty high up.  I rolled over gingerly, being strapped to IV's and just recently cut open. That storm was tearing pass my windows. It was grey and violent. I could just barely hear it battering against the thick glass. A whirlwind of water obscured anything beyond a few inches. I watched it for about twenty minutes until it began to abate. I was disappointed to see it go. Between the surgery, Bliss in the NNICU, being stuck in my bed, it was a moment where I didn't think about my stress. The beauty outside my window and knowing that my family was all near me and there if I needed them, helped me catch my breath for just a moment.

I wish it would rain.

What's one of your favorite memories?