I feel like I relive those hours every time I tell the story and I'm not sure I have the strength to type it all out again. The short story is that I woke up to the smoke alarm just after midnight Thursday morning ... our deck was almost engulfed in flames. After many hours with the fire department and trying to get some sleep through the worry, this is what the back of our house looks like.
We are very lucky! The fire only damaged one wall of our home so we are still able to live here without any major hazards. Everyone is still a little on edge after the incident. And A is still worried about her toys that were on the deck that are now gone.
She is worried that her 5th birthday party that we are having on Sunday is ruined. I don't know how to make her fears go away, but I do know how lucky we are. I've heard too many stories of families losing everything, including their loved ones, that I know we are lucky. We are going to be ok. The deck can be rebuilt, the wall can be rebuilt and our insurance will cover the costs.
I keep thinking "damn I've been unlucky lately! first my car now my house", but then I realize that both situations could've been MUCH worse. I feel lucky. I still have my family. I still have my house. We are going to be ok.