Being Grateful

Last night we watched our neighbor's house across the street go up in flames. We heard some sirens, looked outside and saw bright orange flames in the windows and the firemen getting ready to put out the fire. They got the fire out in seconds, but still, the house is obviously damaged badly. Watching the house burning was one of the saddest things I have personally witnessed. It is devastating. I can't even imagine. Because it is a town house, the adjacent neighbors also had to spend the night elsewhere because of all the smoke. What a way to spend Thanksgiving night. As we watched the firemen put out the fire, Scott held London and I close. How grateful we are for each other.