Oklahoma and it’s 75 but it’s orange outside. The air is thick and still. Storm chasers echo from every screen, sirens start to shrill.

Kids pile into bathtubs, blankets and pillows galore. We hunker down and close our eyes. We listen for the roar.

Bright blue eyes look up at me, filled with familiar fear. “Baby, don’t worry! We’ve been hit before but look at us! We’re still here!”