Typhoon Chaba, yet another storm threatening our tiny island of Guam, is well on its way to it's closest approach to Guam.  The rain and winds have been pounding us heavily, and it seems as if sunlight is years away.  Yet through all of this--through all of the wind, rain, and ugly weather--I can't help but smile at what is upon us.  A typhoon, you see, is one of the most prolific reminders that I have of my butterfly.  It was during Typhoon Pongsona that her and I first started talking, and talk we did!  We talked all throughout the storm, sometimes braving the aftermath of the storm to see each other.  They were incredible times, and as Chaba slowly makes it way to Guam, I dream of once again holding my butterfly in my arms, where I will keep her warm for the rest of her life. 

I'm not going to blog much, because history has led me to believe that our power will be out soon enough, and my laptop's battery is all but defunct; I've gotta save what little battery power I have, you know?  I just thought I'd drop in and blog a tiny one to let you know what this storm is going to mean to me, and what, I hope, it means to her as well.  To all who check this and are still on island, please be safe during this storm.  Take care of what needs to be taken care of, and I'll see you all after the rain!!!