I can cross having a gun pointed at me off my bucket list. Not that it was ever there.
Everything and, more importantly, everyone, is alright. But, let's start this little tale at the beginning.
This morning was a bit hectic. Davy's sausage was too hot and he needed "mommy blow" and then a few minutes later he needed "more hot sausage." Apparently sausage patties have a small window of perfect eating temperature and we missed it. James needed to eat a roll (with baked in dairy! Woohoo dairy challenge!) and Tripp kept trying to steal his food. The dog refused to come back inside. And I just threw my hands up in the air, loaded the car and headed to the gym.
After the gym, we run a few errands and head home.
I pull into the driveway and the garage is up and the door is WIDE open.
I keep my cool. No panicking here. I lock the kids in the car, pre-dial 911 and walk I to the laundry room.
I shout "Hello? I'm going to call the police!" thinking I would scare off any would be robber. I hear a noise. (In hindsight it was a tiny little nothing noise. In the moment it was a terrifying crash.)
I turn to leave the house but before I make it I hear "Who are you?" and see...
A police officer with his gun on me.
My heart jumped through my chest. I panicked. Lots of panic. Although my heart rate apparently didn't spike as high as it felt like it did.
They were so wonderful and so nice! In fact, when they left Tripp and Davy asked for "more nice man." Did I mention how thankful I am for the amazing men and women of the Dallas Police Department?
The media is full of stories of police misconduct and judgement errors, but the truth is MOST police are good folks with servants hearts who are called to serve us and our communities. They deserve our thanks and our respect. So, thank you Dallas police!
So what happened? Well, our garage didn't close all the way. It is getting to about 3 inches off of the ground and then reversing. So even though I thought I watched the garage go down, it didn't. And then the wind blew our door open. Nothing exciting. And since the dog refused to come inside this morning, I don't even have a 7lb dog playing frogger on Abrams (a 6 lane road) again.
For my local friends, we were the fourth house DPD had responded to today in our area with doors blown in from the wind, so check your locks. It's gusty out there!