My Evelyn has never been a fan of loud noises. Thunder has got to be her least favorite ever. Especially thunder at night. Add wind at night to the mix, and you have one freaked out little girl.
The second Evie hears thunder, she bolts to my side and crawls into bed with me. Tucking her back into her own bed is not remotely an option until the storm has been gone for a good half hour.
I can actually feel her relax once she is snuggled in, under the covers with my arm wrapped around her. Evie sleeps solidly, doesn't even flinch at the wind that rattles the patio roof and the thunder cracking. It sort of amazes me that I am her safe place.
What an incredible thing that is, to be someone's safe place...
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