Well....where do I begin? It was a nice Friday morning, Matt and I left for work with the normal routine. Matt usually leaves before me so every morning I get Parker ready and make sure my Chi is turned off, I adjust the thermostat, and make sure both the back door and front door are locked. EVERY morning I do this before I leave. If Matt leaves after me I am always
paranoid that he might had left a door unlocked. Now I know to
burglars it doesn't matter...they are going to get in if they want to.
Around 10:45 am on March 19
th, I got a call from Matt that our house was broken into. I can't explain the fear that came over me at that moment. Robyn had to drive me home because I was shaking so bad and was thinking the worst. The police were already here and had been for sometime. Here is what happened. Three black guys in a crown
victoria with dark tinted windows pulled up to our house and kicked the door in. We have a solid wooden door and it was just cracked in pieces where the lock was. They came in and stole our bedroom TV, the office TV (which they had to unscrew from the stand) and our laptop. They were going for our big screen in the living room when one of my
courageous neighbors confronted them. He was walking his dog and noticed them carrying our stuff out. You see I don't personally know this man, but I could recognized him if I saw him, so he knew the black guys didn't live here. Well the 3 guys kept telling him "we live here, we live here". So the nice old man asked to see their ID. He called 911 and was able to give them the license plate number and the description of the car. This man is a true gift from God because we don't have an alarm and if he hadn't been walking by, WHO KNOWS how much more they would have taken.
I don't care about the
TV's or the laptop really, those can be replaced, and we needed a new door anyways. It's the memories that were on that computer those 3 guys stole from us. I will say due to my sweet and smart husband, he did back up the computer in December. I am
SO thankful for that because we still have the early months of Parker's life. I am thankful for this blog because the pictures I do not have anymore I still have the best ones on here.
Last night was rough going to bed, I cried myself to sleep imagining them in my house. Today is a better day as I lean on God and my family for comfort. It will take me awhile to not be
paranoid about every little noise I hear. It is the invasion of privacy that gets me the most. I need those visions of those men in my house to go away. Your house is such a "safe place" to go to, it's a place of "love" and "peace" and when someone
intrudes in your home it hurts.
We did have serial numbers on all of our stuff put away in a safe place so if they happen to pawn it we might get it back. Please pray that at least the laptop is found. I just ask myself, why does bad things happen to good people? I know God had a hand on the situation, I see
glimpses of that now. I just hope and pray they are caught before they hurt anyone else.
So don't ever think "it will never happen to us" because that is what I thought.
Unfortunately, there are bad people in this world so we can never be too careful. I blew off my husband 3 years ago when he told me he wanted an alarm...now I wish I would have listened.
Thanks for
every one's thoughts and prayers as we go through this difficult time.
