I know tomorrow is Valentine's Day and all, but no, I'm not writing a mushy, gushy v-day post. I'm not talking about rainbows and kittens and little hearts dotting the i's sort of love.
Last night/early this morning, a severe storm system moved through New Orleans ravaging house after house in a non-sensical pattern. Tornadoes spun off the system and struck in various parts of the city (completely unheard of outside of Katrina's wake...tornadoes never strike in New Orleans proper). I woke up this morning to my aunt calling in a panic to make sure I was safe (some struck in the Gentilly area, not too far from school).
As I watched the news this morning, seeking all-too familiar images of damage and destruction, the camera panned over to a mother and son whose house was torn apart by the tornado. When asked what they did to stay safe, the son said that he ran into his mother's room, pulled her out of the bed, and they both crouched down on the floor beside her bed. He said he pulled her underneath him and laid ontop of her just in case the roof came in, that way she wouldn't be hurt.
He was going to bear the brunt of the pain for her.
I love love.
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