What came shortly after that, was what usually happens whenever disaster strikes in my family. Some might call it passion, speed and love. Others may call it haste, panicked and unnecessary. As I navigated my way through a million phone calls - trying to convince my father not to make the drive there, calm my hysterical mother down, talk to my husband and figure out the next move I also had a toddler around my legs and it was near dinnertime.
My husband came home and got ready to head off. He was calm, collected and moving slow. I know he was doing deliberately. He was careful not to forget anything, to not get sucked into the vortex that was me talking a million miles an hour and making sandwiches with shaky hands. I knew he was the perfect person to be there, to go. I knew that in crisis he was of sound mind. He wouldn't do anything hasty if things there weren't safe and he would encourage others around him to not make any rash decisions.
Because he's got the Aussie calm that is not in my genes. It's that gene that helps you to think rationally in emergency situations. I'm fire, he is ice. And it's a good balance for us. In fact, I'm not sure how I would manage if we were both hysterical in certain situations. How would anything practical take place?
So glad I married an Aussie. Thankfully the fire was mostly out by the time both he and my brother arrived. I went to visit today and now I'm back looking at my sister-in-law's photos, all I can say is...how AMAZING is the CFA!
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