Fearless

Life is crazy and I have very limited time to sleep tonight, but I wanted to take a second to blog before I go to bed. Because it's thunder storming.. and my mind always turns all sentimental and sappy when it thunder storms. When I was a little girl my dad would always take us out on the back porch when it stormed in the summertime. I remember that porch so vividly, with it's perfect view of the ocean. We never really understood why he would take us out, and looking back it probably wasn't the safest idea, but now that I'm an adult I'm starting to figure out why my parents did things I never could quite understand. He was teaching us how to not fear. Even when life rumbles and crashes and storms, there's always a safe place, there's always a way to get through, and people to hold your hand through it all. No matter how scary, or bumpy the ride is, my dad taught us to face it. He taught us to be fearless. And most importantly that there are always people on your side of the battle, no matter what.