I seems unreal that it was so long and yet not so long ago. We have fixed most of our damage. We have a new roof, siding, fascia, sofit, fence, and deck. We still have a window duck taped together and since it is an odd size we are having trouble finding someone willing to replace just one window. Our garage ceiling still has water damage and we need to find a handyman to fix it, but currently boxes of Jonny and Cassie's stuff is under the spot so we will have to wait until they get an apartment to finish that job (I'm not complaining guys, don't worry).
Obviously, there are a lot of bad memories from that time. But I also have a lot of good memories.
Kenny had to get to work as soon as we returned from Austin and I was left with a high risk pregnancy, two little, boys, no power, and a broken house. I remember the amazing feeling that overcame me when I a crew of men showed up and within 15 minutes had my roof tarped. Another crew came and spent an hour cutting up and removing our downed trees.
I am proud of my little guys and how hard they worked with their Daddy to clean up and rebuild.I am grateful my husband had the opportunity to put on a yellow Mormon Helping Hands shirt and work at rebuilding people's lives. I am grateful I was able to help amek lunches for the men working and donate supplies to the displaced families lving in our ward building.
The hurricane offered us an opportunity to, literally, let down our fences and really get to know our neighbors.
Most of all, I am so grateful we were able to get through without more damage than we sustained. I am grateful I listened to our prophet and had food and water stored up for my family when there was none to be had unless you went to an aid station. Most of all, I am grateful for the lessons in what is truly important and the eternal perspective evacuating your home teaches you.
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