I had another post all written out to go up today. A post about a rut I was in, and a lot of other stuff that almost seems petty right now.
Yesterday our house was broken into. Halle and I were out for a dinner play date with friends, and it seems that B came home not long after the guy started going through our bedroom. He made off with some stuff, but to be honest, the most important (read sentimental & can't be replaced) things are still here.
At the moment, I'm still trying to process how I feel. There is a lot running through me, and I'll say that B and I have a lot of work ahead of us to do a better job of taking an inventory of what we have, and putting our valuables in a much safer place.
I'd had a lack of content to share before now, but I guess inspiration strikes in strange ways. Watch in the future for some tips on how to keep you, your family and your most personal possessions safe from intruders.
One of my biggest fears was realized when this happened, but I know it could've been so much worse, and I'm feeling so thankful for what we DO have. Have you been through something like this before? Any tips on how you keep your family, home and possessions safe?
