March 7th started like any other typical Saturday morning. Boys watching cartoons in the den and Big C & I fixing breakfast in the kitchen. We were really excited because this was the 1st breakfast on our new stove. Big C loves fried "taters" & has always fixed them on the stove top. I remember looking at the pan & thinking something doesn't look right. I said something to Big C & he reached across the stove to turn off the eye. He was reaching back to move the pot when a fire ball shot up lighting the cabinets. In a flash we were out of the house & Big C called 911. He was at himself enough to to back & grab a few things before the living room filled w/ smoke. (Because of this I've promised never tease him about his OCD again) My family came to get the boys. From there all I couild do for the next several hours is watch my house burn. Thankfully our fire fighters were really on the ball. They realized they couldn't save our house because it had spread to the attic. So while one group cut holes in the roof another group began to pull things from the house. I'll never forget the sight of a firefighter coming out my front door w/ a laundry basket full of pictures that had been removed from the walls. Another group started passing clothes from the boys colset out the front window. I'm so thankful for all they did. When the holes were done they soaked the house to contain the fire. The structure was gone but we had the most import things (all of us unharmed) & many things that couldn't be replaced(pictures).
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