#2,787 Storm Watch.

We were rushing to wrap filming tonight at 7:00 when our phones lit up with warnings a severe storm was 15 minutes away. Cameras that cost more than some houses in Laurel aren’t waterproof so it’s serious business when you’ve got one chance to get the scene. As soon as we finished, we hopped in the car and drove home to beat the rain and Ben waited for it on the porch, relishing the cool breeze that came first.

We sat on the swing when it started to pour down and I laid my head on his big heavy chest, listening to the rumbles of thunder. 

There is nothing that makes home feel like home more than being there in the rain.