We try to keep things pretty light here on our blog. If something bad happens, more than likely we won't blog about it. This is different. This is one of those moments where the idyllic became dangerous and could have been tragic. Our hammock was strung between these two trees. We knew the one had died, but at the time it remained firmly in the ground so we continued to use it. We would talk about the time when we would have to take it down and we checked it regularly. Not enough over the last month though. We've had a lot of rain, and of course, we live in Florida where everything is humid and there are a lot of bugs. What we couldn't see, inside, is what came close to causing us awful grief. The bugs had gotten into the base of the trunk. Just moments before, a dear friend was swinging all 4 of our littles in the hammock. They were getting ready to leave and Jess's guy Uber hopped in with Micah. A few moments later we heard this cracking noise. Slower and faster than I can even tell you, the tree fell. Onto them. I am so very thankful he is strong and fast. In spite of being dropped to the ground on his back, he was able to catch the trunk as it fell on top of them.
I'm not sure how heavy it was, but it was enough to do severe damage. The fact that they only had bruises, and for Uber some awful scrapes was amazing and such a relief.
My guy started cleaning up right away because the sight was very distressing to Micah.
Up until everything was cleaned up and we walked back out to look at the area, Micah had been very quiet. The kind of quiet you don't want your babies to be.
This was his reaction when he saw his beloved swing gone. It's so sad it makes me cry!
The next day, grampa got out and turned the stump into something fun.
Cause that's the way we roll.
For me, it will remind me that I need to pay more attention.
