The Earthquake

We're alive! We survived! Our first semi-major earthquake...

Okay, so it turned out to be non-consequential here, though it did some damage near the border. But a 7.2 earthquake centered in Mexicali rumbled our way yesterday afternoon.

At approximately 3:49, two "firsts" happened for our family. The first first was that the ENTIRE family (except me) was asleep during daylight hours. Even Blake. Even Alex. Yes, everyone had fallen asleep to the lulling Mormon Tabernacle Choir on TV, so I was sitting there wondering what to do with myself.

Then nature took over and we felt a rolling rumble that went on for a bit too long to disregard. We've felt little ones before, but this one was REAL. It felt like we were on a boat, rocking in the waves. It woke Michael up, and we both deliberated as to whether we should wake up the kids and get out of the house. After about 30 seconds, we felt a jolt that said "Better safe than sorry." That super-parent strength set in as I found myself actually able to lift Gavin (a rarity) and carry him to the patio chair in the backyard. We got Gracie out of her crib, and all the kids sat on in the backyard stupefied, wondering what kid of weird dream they were having. Poor kids, first home-based natural "disaster" and they weren't even awake to feel it. Blake still thinks it was a dream.

We are very grateful there was no local damage, and our hearts go out to the people near the border whose lives were affected by this. And it's less than ironic to me that it happened on Easter, a day we had spent talking to the kids about Jesus Christ's resurrection and the fact that we have no need to fear anything because He lives!