"Lady, I don't have time for this...

I'm under preparations for a hurricane right now!" Was the statement to the telemarketer at approximately 8:30 p.m. last night. My daddy, that's right daddy (yes I'm 33 years old and still call my father daddy) made a trip to Danbury last night to board up my house. We did the best we could to help, but between phone calls and people stopping by, I don't feel as though I did much to help. We were TIRED when it was all done. After we boarded up the house, I heated up supper and then loaded all the "important stuff" in daddy's truck. Things like irreplaceable pictures, important paperwork, the kids clothes, the animals and most importantly, the children. Daughter #1 asked what it was going to be like when we got back and my daddy told her to take a good look before they left, because it wasn't going to look like this when they got back. Then, both of the kids started freaking out! I told them that even though I love this house and the town where we live, the most important thing in the world to me was their safety. They hugged me tight and gave me 50 kisses and cried as they were pulling out of the driveway. I told them I would see them tonight. That put their minds at ease, I hope. I talked to my daddy this morning and could hear Daughter # 2 whistling like crazy, scaring th hummingbirds away from the feeders on the back porch.

God,
Thank you for my family and their safe keeping. They are in your hands.
Amen