Violated. Violated isn't even an accurate description of the range of emotions that I am feeling, but this isn't about me.
My moms home- the house that built me was burglarized Tuesday afternoon. Thank God she wasn't home. But for her to come home & have her entire home ransacked & irreplaceable belongings just gone.... My heart is broken.
I have the greatest friends in the world, one phone call- and they dropped what they were doing & rushed over to help, even if there wasn't much they could do but be there. Being this far away & having something this awful happen left me feeling powerless, and so hopeless. I hate this feeling, but our amazing friends helped me to help her; even if it was from 865 miles away. From offering to help put everything back together or change the locks, or even just drop off flowers from me with a reassuring hug (thanks j & z, LB & K) or even driving by to make sure things look like they should (thanks John).
She is amazingly strong, and she will get through this! We love you Mom! ❤️
Mr. Wonderful always has such a different reaction to things. I burst into tears and am rendered speechless, his thoughts turn to- "so when can we move her to Colorado?" Geez I love that man. ❤️
