The good news, if there is any, is everyone is OK. Zach ran through the flames, and snatched her from her crib. They were out of the house by the time the fire trucks and EMS rolled up.
They were taken by ambulance to the hospital, and despite some smoke inhalation, seem to be fine.
The bad news: the damage is extensive and the house is uninhabitable. Rebuilding will be a long road of dealing with insurance companies and contractors. It is a nightmare come to life.
We often say it’s just stuff, that it can be replaced, while life cannot be. And that is indeed true here. But, still, that’s our family. We’d wish this on no one.
The word, hero, keeps bouncing through my head. A three-year-old who had the fortitude to alert her parents before the smoke alarm even went off. A dad who didn’t even think about himself as he ran straight into a burning room and grabbed an almost-14-month-old from her crib. A mom who keeps it together for her traumatized family after the unthinkable has happened. The universe is testing them all.
Whenever anyone asks us about them, we tell them what great kids they are. What incredible parents they have become. We talk about the remarkably sweet and insightful kids they’re raising. The home they’ve built around them.
It hurts to imagine the what-ifs, to think about the heartbreak of everything you’ve worked for being put in such peril. But we’re thankful they have the support of family, friends, and community to rebuild. We’re thankful we have them, period.
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