On Tuesday night, as the children were snug in their beds, I settled on the couch with the holiday issue of Better Homes and Gardens to keep Mister company while he strung lights on the fresh cut tree. Out of nowhere, an alarm pierced the quiet. Then, another alarm.
Half annoyed, Mister hopped up to shut the system off at the control panel. I tiptoed behind. Before I hit the kitchen, he yelled "FIRE! FIRE!"
Oh. Dear. There were flames on our counter top. It was eerie. "What do I do?!" I screamed over the alarms and the babies crying down the hall. (answer in my head: hello?! stop standing there and grab the crying babies!) He didn't have time to respond to my panicked question or didn't notice. As the fire quickly multiplied, Mister grabbed the extinguisher from under the sink, pulled the pin, and totally killed that kitchen fire.
Ultimately, the damage was miraculously minimal. The counter top is t.o.a.s.t. It took us a few hours and some in-law reinforcements to clean up the huge mess from the extinguisher.
But I'm no dummy: we are lucky. Lucky to have a fire extinguisher near the site of the fire. Lucky for a functioning alarm system. Lucky to live with a quick thinking and fast moving hero. If the circumstances were even slightly different, we would have had a much bigger problem on our hands. We are fine.
At Thanksgiving, we fold our hands and bow our heads. We praise God for our bounty, our family and friends and the feast we're about to devour. We ask for continued protection over our associates and our homes. This year I added my own silent, personal message of focused gratitude and relief for not only all that we've been given, but what is daily preserved on our behalf.
P.S. Ironically, the song our little one learned at preschool last week:
Late last night when we were all in bed
Mrs. O'Leary left the lantern in the shed...
P.P.S. The fire had nothing to do with my cooking.