A storm is a brewin' over Central Park

I marvel at how much information my Arkansas friends and family send to me about New York City. I often get texts and e-mails asking me if I’m going to see the Black Eyed Peas in Central Park. Or if I’ve tried a new restaurant in the West Village that just opened. I’ve always prided myself on being in the loop and on top of current events. But New York City is an enormous city with a zillion things happening at any given moment.

So this afternoon, a few minutes after I heard an enormous clap of thunder and realized there was a storm brewing, I received a text message from my Aunt Charlene. Immediately, I went to the dark side and assumed someone had died! She doesn’t send messages often and when she does, they usually are bearing some sad news. Today, however, it was a weather report and her concern for me and the boys. I love my Aunt Charlene and have since I was a little girl. Not only was she worried about our well being, she took the time to check on us, too! The storm kind of fizzled out thank goodness, but I’m thankful my family connections haven’t.