But it’s a close second.
I know you think I’ve gone completely bonkers, but hear me out.
We had some damage to our house back in April when a couple of trees fell on it.
That’s right. When all the tornadoes came through Alabama, we got hit in the morning by the smaller EF2 tornado around 5:30 am on April 27. That’s not a date (or time) I’ll forget any time soon, and not just because we were personally affected. Everyone I know was affected in some way.
And while this looks awful, it could be so much worse.
So much worse. And we were some of the “lucky” ones. I just remember walking around to the back of the house feeling so relieved that the trees weren’t on the house anymore. Until I saw this. When I saw this? I wanted them to put the trees back. RIGHT. NAOW.
But they didn’t put the trees back. They put a couple of blue tarps over everything instead. And then we waited. And waited.
And WAITED. (Not always so patiently, either.)
Until one day, something else showed up next to the blue tarp.
WE GOT A DUMPSTER!
That dumpster is the most amazing and awesome and beautimous dumpster in the whole wide world. You know why?
That dumpster means the insurance company finally paid out. It means the contractor can finally start working on our house and fixing our deck and roof and kitchen and whatever else is broken that we might not know about but hopefully we know about everything that needs to be fixed. It means we can regain a measure more of normalcy. It’s hope and the promise of good things to come. That’s what it means.
Now. If we can just get the weather to cooperate.