I can't tell you how much it meant to me to see your comments from the last post. Thank you for holding us in your thoughts and prayers. It's been a long 72 hours.

We hunkered down in Charlie's room on Friday night. The winds in our neighborhood were clocked at 100 mph. It's a terrible, powerless feeling when the wind shakes your house and bends your trees in half. All you can do is pray and breathe.

Steve and I are glad we stayed because it blew one of our locked casement windows open. There would have been a lot of damage to our house had we not been there. Of course, if they had recommended or mandated evacuation for our zip code, we would have been the first to go. They were smart this time and kept the highways open for the people who really needed to evacuate.

My mom and her husband spent Friday night in San Antonio and came back on Saturday. They bought us a generator and that's been great. We still have no power. Yesterday, Steve and I decided that it would be best for me and the kids to head for my dad's house in San Antonio. It was so nice waking up here this morning.

It's going to be a long recovery process. Thanks again for your thoughts and support. 

From our front porch . . .

Steve and Charlie survey the damage on one end of our street . . .

then the other . . . every street looks like this. sadly, some of the trees fell into the houses rather than into the streets.

So much to be thankful for . . .