This week tornadoes hit Springfield, Massachusetts. Never in a million years would I ever think I would be typing that sentence. I moved to Springfield when I was a junior in high school. My husband grew up in Springfield. We went to the same high school in Springfield. All of our children were born in Springfield (even when I was pregnant with Odyn, living in CT, we traveled the hour). Most importantly my in-laws live in Springfield.
To see in the news places that you once had pizza dinner dates with your future husband at, without a roof, or old buildings demolished, is a little more than heart wrenching. Thankfully everyone is okay. Damien was and still is very worried. The TV is scattered with photos and stories with which I am trying to keep off of our screen. Our little worrier sees the leaves on the trees move and he ducks for cover. His eyes fill with tears at the thought of a tornado.
So our hearts and prayers go out to all our Massachusetts family and friends who witness this and who may still be a bit shaken. We are here for you.