On Christmas evening, 2009, as I lay recovering from my first round of chemo, our vacationing neighbours lost their home to fire.
In the fourteen months since then, we’ve watched…
As their cute little house stood vacant and charred.
Then was swapped for a gaping hole.
As a new foundation was poured. New walls were framed. Drywall and gorgeous new windows were installed.
And, this week, as cozy nighttime lighting announced that their new house is becoming a home.
All the while, the young fivesome trudged contentedly through typical family routines.
Never guessing how their resilience was rippling.
Or how an unknown neighbour was rebuilding right along.