And I've had the blues all day. I don't like to think too much about the week after that storm. It was hot, hot, hot, hot, scary and chaotic, and amplified by what I now realize was postpartum depression.
But this is my favorite picture. Kathryn was 4 months old and I don't think I've ever been so terrified.
Not during the storm. We were safe as houses and while we lost 24 pine trees, we didn't even have a
loose shingle after the storm.
It was after the storm that was so scary. Fortunately, she preferred her formula cold and we had water back on by Wednesday. In the grand scheme of things we were, as usual, very blessed!
Next time a cat 4 comes into the Gulf, we're leaving. Dogs and all.
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