Windy last night.
It wasn’t destructively strong, but it was the sort of wind that howls and blows ice straight into your bones.
I can’t sleep when it’s windy. I always end up wide awake, listening to every gust, and wondering how long it will take for morning to come. For some reason, I get the mental image of giants outside …
We ended up with the one-year-old in our bed, and the four older children camped out together in one of their bedrooms. The wind bothered them, too.
I couldn’t help but think about how lucky we are, that no one has to be alone when they’re scared.