Thank you for watching out for our family by first sending that fierce thunderstorm through here a few weeks ago. It uprooted two beautiful old trees in our backyard and really bummed me out at the time. They were so tall and majestic — taller than our house. The apple tree, especially, was lovely in spring with its dress of pink and white blossoms. Not only that, they provided a nice privacy fence of sorts by blocking our neighbor’s yard from view.
Two nights ago our house caught on fire. We are so grateful that the view was clear and that our neighbors were able to see the flames shooting out from the roof. I guess that’s why they jumped the fence and pounded on our back door.
They say it was an attic fire — an old attic fan shorted, was fried — a fan right above my babies’ room. They think the fan was sucking out all of the smoke even as the fire raged, so our smoke alarms didn’t even go off.
We got out of there just in time.
The first 24 hours were rough, but now we’re settled in to a nice hotel — the kind that has a kitchenette and continental breakfasts. Sam asks about going home all the time. We say, The house has a boo boo and is being fixed and We’ve started our vacation early. He thinks about this and says, Yes! We’ll stay at our vacation home!
John has discovered clothing tags. We’ve been doing a lot of shopping since most of our clothes were destroyed. He pulls them off (sometimes before they’ve been paid for) and lines them up. Today he said Rectangle. Square. and handed two to me. He is stimming a lot right now, but I guess I’m not surprised. It’s been hardest for him. Tomorrow we will resume his ABA sessions here at the hotel and ESY starts on Monday. We’re hopeful that a routine he knows will help.
I don’t know what I believe most of the time, but I’ve been thinking about it constantly over the last 48 hours. Everything happens for a reason. Angels looking out for us. We are so very lucky.
I take a breath. I take another. It’s all I can do right now.