Tuesday, July 29, 2008
D had his first earthquake today-we're both fine-thanks! He was napping and I was resting and reading next to him when the ground started to shake. It took me a good 10 seconds to realize that no, this wasn't the upstairs neighbor doing some crazy acrobatic juggling, this was an actual quake. My first reaction? To shield D from the possibly falling ceiling...which, really? I think not. I'm not Xena. (That's right. Xena. I loved that show.) So I grabbed him and stood in a doorway because isn't that what people say you're supposed to do? Standing there was a little surreal. On the one hand, there was D, groggy from being so hastily awakened and patting my face as if to say, "What are we doing standing in the doorway, Momma?" And across the room were the window blinds swaying in the quake. All said, pretty sure D didn't even notice. And me? Still shaking. It's really hard to come to terms with knowing that I can't stop the world from hurting D. I'm sure I'll try, though.