There is a lovely little thunderstorm outside my windows. I was able to successfully move Greta Rosie from our bed to her crib without her waking up this morning when I got up to make my man's and my coffee and toast. I heard a peep from her a short bit ago, but when I went to check her she had found her thumb and fallen asleep again. She's such a snuggly little girl in her soft cotton jammies. So I have some moments of quiet with my coffee. Heavy patterings of rain, thunder and lightning. Love it.