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Eleven years ago

Eleven years ago, on a cool Wednesday night much like tonight, I fell asleep as a newlywed to the sound of rain on the windows of our little blue 1930s frame house. I had spent the evening choosing some favorite family dishes from my handwritten recipe book. I was meal planning the upcoming week for my new husband wanting to wow him with my mad skills in the kitchen. I left the book on the couch and climbed into bed next to him. We were happy. But life would never be the same after we awoke. Everything changed setting our marriage on a path that no one could have ever expected.

The home that almost was.
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Eight Years Gone: tragedy into joy

Eight years ago, we woke up to the sound of laundry detergent bottles floating into walls in the basement. We called in sick to work and waited for direction from emergency personnel that would come too many hours too late.

River and rain water just inches below the windows that are 4+ feet off the ground and 2feet above the floor. That’s an entire 8 foot basement plus 2+ feet of water in our home. you can see the front porch floating away from the house. You cannot see my car in the carport or even the garage door behind which is Aaron’s car. All of it gone in the blink of an eye.
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Day 7: waiting

slice-of-life

I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge.

I have been waiting.  And waiting.  AND WAITING.  It took us forever to find the house we wanted to turn into a home.  Few knew we were even looking.  We would venture out under the guise of going to Great Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the football game.  We did do that.  But we would just stop at one to five houses for sale along the way.

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