We rounded the hill and I almost gasped at the sight. My house, my home. My respite. Destroyed. Gone.
Gone. Consumed by fire, the firemen weren’t present and accounted for until the larger half of one-third of my life was gone. The fire consumed a diagonal half of the front end of the home I’d seen for the last 37 years. The world closed in on me and I felt small and weak. I couldn’t even think straight.
“Babe. Baaaabe, stay with me. I know this looks bad. I know where your mind is going and I’m already on it. I’ve talked to some people in town and they’re gonna do all they can to get this all fixed up as soon as they can….” he trailed off.
I turned to him, eyes overflowing with gratefulness.
Ordinary Wonder 