A huge crack of thunder woke me up at 3:30 this morning. It was then that I realized that it was raining very hard. Several more flashes of lightening and a couple of more huge thunder rolls later, I realized something else: my youngest daughter was in bed with us. She does not like storms and when the thunder woke her up, she came to our room. After unsuccessfully trying to convince her to go back to her own bed, my wife, Sara, decided to left her crawl in beside her. When lightening lit up the sky again, my daughter jumped over Sara so that she could sleep between us and that is when I woke up. Now, we generally don’t let our kids sleep in our bed. In fact, I think it has happened only a handful of times, but there was something nice about it this time. The storm had not changed. In fact, if anything, it had become worse, but there was my daughter, no longer scared, sleeping like a baby between her parents. It mad...