sometimes big days are really ordinary seeming days at the beginning.

showered. moisturized. dressed.

but ahead of me is possible bigness.

not 100% sure if today is the day for bigness.

big storms, yes. heading in from the west.

but big-news-ness? maybe. (no, i am not pregnant)

we shall see.

ducks, get in a row. today is your day to swim in formation.

some people like storms. some people freak out and curl up in a ball.

my dad taught me to love storms. to sit in the garage and eat an apple and watch the storm come in.

but one of my sisters hates storms. she can’t sleep.

so.

big day, huh?