...I felt the fragility of life. (fra-JIL-ih-tee) no?
A few days back, my twitter followers know this, I about burned my house down. I had barbecued chicken, eaten the meal outside with my family and then put everything away. I came inside to read a book that I needed to finish while Sarah put the kids to bed and I heard rain outside. I glanced out the window, and...no rain. I thought, "There must be a goose rummaging around in the bushes!" (they eat Sarah's plants) So I ran out to shoe it away...but instead, I looked to my left and two bushes were completely engulfed in flames. I was hearing the crackling of a roaring fire. Not awesome. I have rarely, if ever, been more frightened and pessimistic about the salvation of my house. I ran back inside and yelled, "Sarah! FIRE!" Called 911, hit the Fire button on the security system and started to fill the trash can up with water when Sarah ran past me and said, "Hose!" (One word sentences are the best you can do when panicked) I remembered that the garden hose is right next to the burning bushes...ha, never put that together...and after 5 frustrating seconds of a gentle "shower" wash, I turned the hose to "Jet" and doused that sucker and saved my family. I'm the hero but also the dunce that started the fire and never thought of using the hose. The Fire Department came in two trucks and 5 Firemen walked through my house, much to Daniel's delight. It was all a bit embarrassing. Thank God He let me hear the sound of the crackling, if I had been in another room, or had music playing...
The very next day, we're over at some friends with their two boys and three other boys that were over (7 little boys under the age of 7) We're casually talking at the table when we notice a lady outside sprinting to the front door. Dan Hannon (my friend and producer of 1st two albums) answers the door and she says, "Does anybody have a little boy named Daniel?" Sarah joins the sprint having no clue why she asked that question. It turns out that Daniel and Eli (5 years old) went out to play on the trampoline. Eli was done and wanted to go inside, Daniel didn't want to, so Eli (as any 5 year old would) said "okay, see ya." Daniel, completely independent as he is for a 2 year old, began walking around the neighborhood, talked to a lady 3 doors down, told her his name and said that he was playing in the yard. He had no clue where he was...he got turned around.
Can you imagine if we randomly discovered that we didn't know where Daniel was? We got the good news first: he was found.
God, thank you for letting me keep my family around one more day.