(Aunt Pies took this shot at brunch...just before Hurricane Irene hit. She titled it "So Happy Togetha!")
Your First Hurricane. Her name was Irene. It was one week ago that she came barreling into Brooklyn, NY! No need to worry son, you were in good hands and we had lots of fun with friends! Aunt Pies and Uncle Nick were in town from Denver. We met up with them and had brunch as the sky darkened. We then went to a local pub with Auntie Coach later in the day as rain drops began spitting from above.
You tucked into your stroller. Your new stroller cover protected you from the impending storm. By 6pm dad and I had you home and ready for bed. The rain fell harder, the wind grew stronger and along with your aunts and uncles mentioned above Beth and Ryan came by. You slept. Thunder struck, lightening brightened the sky. We chatted, laughed, had some cocktails. By one am the house was quieter. Everyone had gone, and those who stayed the night were getting ready to slumber. The wind whistled loudly, rain drenched the streets, trees danced and swayed. By 5am you had awoken, I fed you, the wind, at its strongest, rain pelting the streets, trees falling to the ground. I moved you into our bed. We awake at 8am. The storm had passed. Some damage done in Brooklyn. Fun we had had! An adventure indeed and you weathered this storm with flying colors!
(Prospect Park the day after Hurricane Irene)
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