The calm after the storm....or maybe before???

As you can see from the previous blog, Spencer was attacked by a giant can of peas last Thursday. Well, a few days later he dropped a mint julep cup on the SAME toe. Both grandmas said "maybe you should leave shoes on that boy!" Thanks.
Anyway-this past Wednesday I got a call from Mrs. Anne saying that Spencer had a fever and I needed to come get him. That was at noon and all went downhill from there....I've never seen him so miserable-all he wanted was to snuggle with a warm body. We went to the doctor and he just had a really sore throat. I'm thankful that it wasn't his ears or strep throat but he really was miserable. Last night and today he has been much better...back to being Spencer and not so miserable. So all is well again-for awhile at least.
I find myself thinking alot about the MS Gulf Coast and hoping for the best with the big storm that might be coming that way. I think about the couple of hurricanes that I witnessed. I remember Eliana(?) and walking outside with my Dad while the eye of the storm passed over us and then the pile of debris on our front yard that was higher than our house. I also remember a storm that toppled over a tree in our backyard that we played on for years. Then, I remember the night after Katrina and listening to my mom cry as I read her some of the news reports that we were getting in Atlanta. I remember going home a few days after Katrina-to the devastation of the coastline. There was nothing left-I mean NOTHING. For you Georgians-imagine how weird it would be if Stone Mt suddenly disappeared..I remember how COMPLETELY exhausted my dad was trying to clean up and secure the house and how happy my parents were to get back into their house. The three year anniversary of Katrina is Monday and ALOT has happened in my life-the joy of Spencer and of my niece and nephew, the heartache of losing Daisy and then the joy of getting Hailey and the ups and downs of the last year. And then I think about all those people who's lives stopped that day in 2005 and for many-life hasn't started again. (Meme is fixing that, though!!! Go Meme!!) Anyway, it's late and I'm rambling but my thoughts are on the coast, my prayers are for those that are trying so hard to rebuild. I just pray that everyone is safe and that this storm will have mercy. But then again trying to "reason with hurricane season" is as easy as finding a sober freshman in the student section at Vaught Hemingway on Saturday. So, though I considered Atlanta my second home, my heart belongs to the Gulf Coast. I guess I'll always be a "coast rat" and hurricanes are a part of life and you learn from them and try to prepare for the next one. So, I'll prepare by praying for the storm to weaken and that everyone I love will be safe....I do know one thing-if Jim Cantore shows up in your backyard-you better run!!!