To say the last few days have been a whirlwind would be an understatement. Thursday morning around 2am the winds came in full-force (class II hurricane to be exact). By some miracle, Tate slept through most of the noise until 6am, but Chase and I were awake all night. We literally heard tree limbs slam against our house, shingles rip from our roof, and sirens blare throughout the night. We lost power at 6am when Tate woke up, screaming, so we pulled him in bed with us and he watched a movie on my phone. When we finally got up, Chase walked outside to access the damage. Our house had minimal damage... missing shingles and siding and a very slanted tree. Some of our neighbors, however, had extensive damage: fences completely torn apart, mature trees uprooted, trampolines transported, windows blown-out and more. We were without heat and power for 12 hours, so we retreated to Chase's parents for the day. The wind did not let up until 2pm. We jumped in the car and drove around to see the damage. Centerville was the hardest hit area. Our jaws were dropped as we witnessed the mess. We were exhausted and felt "out of body" all day. All of our "to do's" seemed trivial and we honed-in on what really needed to be done. Chase worked tirelessly with men in our neighborhood to begin the cleanup efforts. He hasn't stopped yet.
It's been amazing to see everyone come and work together after this storm. We've met new people and non-members. It's also given us a reality check as to what's most important (especially this time of year).
So grateful for a wonderful home and neighborhood, wonderful and safe family, wonderful friends, and for this gospel!
A few photos of our neighborhood from my phone:
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