Feeling a bit low after the holidays is something very familiar in our household. It’s freezing cold outside, sickness is usually running rampant (in both our family and our friends’ families), and it sometimes feels like there’s nothing fun to do or look forward to.
By now, surely, the flames have spread to the living room. The Christmas tree with twinkling lights, the heirloom harp, our wedding photos and Bundle’s baby album…where is the cat?! Why aren’t they here yet?!?!
A million thoughts zapped through my mind like electricity, shaking my body, as I waited for the emergency responders to pull up and blast our home, our new-to-us, perfect, ready-to-grow-in home we’d purchased six months prior.
It happened in seconds. It felt like years. My finger fumbled around for centuries before I could dial the right numbers: 911. The flames completely had engulfed every part of our kitchen. I could see the smoke pouring out of our garage and leaking through the roof.
This is not happening. This kind of thing does not happen in real life, not to us!
But isn’t that the thought that always enters our minds when tragedy strikes?