My youngest daughter, Anistyn, will be six in May, and she is terrified of storms. If a storm comes in the middle of the night, and it wakes her up, she will be in our room, shaking like a leaf.
The other morning, about 4 a.m., a whopper of a storm rolled into our neck of the woods. Our dachshund, Noel, was the first to be awoken by the storm, and she high-tailed it my room to get in the bed with me. (She is almost as scared of storms as Anistyn is.) Before the dog could get settled down in my bed, here comes Anistyn, who had been woken up by the storm. We knew there would be no getting her back in her bed, as she was shaking like a leaf, so we allowed her to crawl in the bed with us. She snuggled up with her daddy and, with his giant arms around her, quickly went back to sleep. She knew she was safe.