Thursday night, severe weather hit Arkansas. It’s spring, so if you grew up here like we did, it’s not all that surprising. What I hate most about it is the headaches it causes me. Literally, I get terrible headaches with the sudden changes in barometric pressure.
This time our headaches are a little different. During a scary storm, the wind blew a tree onto our house. Actually, the wind blew a tree to the ground, and our house did nothing to stop it. Our house was very polite and let the tree just come right on through. We’ve trained it that way: always be polite to visitors.
In reality, it was no laughing matter. Seven people were killed by this storm, three of them children. For reasons I do not claim to understand, our family was spared. It happened about 2 a.m. We were all asleep in our beds. The tree hitting the house woke Baby Daddy, who woke Monkey Boy and me. The tree landed on the roof mere feet from where Monkey Boy was sleeping. No one was hurt, not even our dogs. We are beyond grateful.
I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for our friends and family since this happened. At 3 a.m., while the storm still raged, it was all I could do to convince a handful of friends not to drive over to our house. I’m not sure what they thought they were gonna do, but they would be there.
Since then, our friend Nick at the Capital Hotel worked with our insurance company to put us in an unbelievable room and have us treated like royalty.
We’ve slept on clean sheets and showered in a bathroom nicer than I can ever hope to have in my own home. (If you ever need a place to stay in Little Rock, you should absolutely get a room here.)
My mother has agreed to take our dogs until we can get the house repaired and the fence rebuilt. This could take quite a bit of time. My friend Misty arrived and helped me clean out the fridge of spoiled food because we have no power. Our friends, the Simpkins, invited Monkey Boy for a play date that turned into about 12 hours of free babysitting. We’ve received innumerable offers of food, shelter, babysitting and any other kind of help we might need.
Sometimes, it’s easy to believe the world is no damn good. Sometimes you think the world has lost its compass. But in the past 48 hours, my cup runneth over. I cannot express our gratitude for the kindness, warmth and care that has been shown to us.
We are safe. We are together. All that was lost is stuff, which doesn’t really matter. We are loved and can never fully express how thankful we are for that. Please know I am making a list, and eventually, you will all get proper thank you notes.