orange crush

At 6:20 am our crazy alarm went off. 40 minutes early. We thought it strange, rolled over and shared stories of our dreams. Then we heard a huge crash. Not a car sort of crash with screeching and squealing, but a tree sort of crash. I thought about my car.

I've had a crazy car paranoia that has haunted me since the hit and run. My heart races when I drive. I find myself driving slower. I freaked out and asked Jules to drive when we were in the city this past weekend for fear of crashing my new car.

So, when I heard this crash my mind automatically thought of something falling on my car. And the OCD part of me thought: if i don't get up and make sure something didn't fall on my car, i won't be able to fall back asleep. Then flashing lights lit up our bedroom window. Andrew and I got out of bed, walked out our door and noticed the down power lines in front of the house, which we ducked around. The neighbor's tree was blocking our front gate. And my car was nowhere in sight. It was somewhere under that tree. Then I realized that Andrew's truck was somewhere under that tree too. Andrew's truck: one month from being payed off. and today was Ollie's one month birthday. All I could see was a tiny orange speck peeking out from the canopy. I couldn't see the truck at all. Then the crews arrived. The ambulance. the fire trucks . the city crews and the power company. They took the trees down piece by piece and finally found our cars.

...and there was a branch going through the windshield of the truck, into the glove box...

I can't help but think that I'm just not supposed to be driving right now. And I can't help but appreciate how small trees look when they are vertical and how huge and heavy they look and feel when they have fallen. but pokey made it through only a little bent out of shape.