We had a pretty nasty storm on Sunday.
Marcy doesn’t like storms.
When a particularly loud clap of thunder rattled the house, I went looking for her.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one ready to comfort the visibly trembling Marcy. Someone beat me to it.
Vito stayed with Marcy, licking her eyes, resting his head on her neck, and comforting her until the storm passed.
How lucky is Marcy to have a big brother who cares so much about her?