It looks like Hurricane Ike has hit home. Or what used to be home.
We moved here to Minnesota ten years ago from Seabrook, Texas on Galveston Bay. This is a photo of Seabrook yesterday, flooding even before Ike's wrath hit the town straight on.
The day after our wedding we left Chicago and spent six happy years in the Clear Lake area of Houston. We welcomed our three children into the world in Nassau Bay, across the street from the Johnson Space Center. We became a family in our first house, just blocks from the Gulf of Mexico, in El Lago, a subdivision built in the 1960's, home of several astronauts, and mentioned in the movie Apollo 13. Our kindly next door neighbor, retired STS 6 Challenger astronaut, Don Peterson, told our children their first stories about the moon and the stars. We spent many Sunday afternoons with our little girls on the beach in Galveston. And we made some very dear friends. It is safe to say that those were the happiest years of my life, when my children were babies, small and close and needful. The days felt long sometimes, but the years were all too short.
Thankfully, our house never flooded while we lived there (though several times it came close) and we never had to implement our hurricane evacuation plan that included the girls and I going with Neighbor Don to San Antonio, as my husband was essential personnel at an oil refinery. But the news reports today that El Lago is under mandatory evacuation and between the rain and the surge, our old house, at only eleven feet above sea level, is probably flooded and damaged as I write this. I'm caught between feeling so thankful that we moved away when we did and sad and worried for the friends we have there and for the home we once filled with so much love.