Today is the fifth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. The picture above is Q and I at our home for the first time after the storm. He's walking in his bedroom.
We're stronger today.
On this day, I won't watch the news. We're spending the day framing photographs to hang on the walls. For the first time since our home on the Mississippi Gulf Coast was reduced to a slab, I am going to frame family photos and hang them on the walls of this house. As though this is our home and these are our things.
As though we plan to stay here. As though we have the guts to make a plan, in the face of Mother Nature and God and all that is holy.
We are happy.
I am terrified.
Don't read this post aloud lest the gods hear you.
Everything I have to say, I've said before.
I'll be hammering nails with a fury today.