We had to leave our farm, but we are back now. We are all together and safe. All of the animals are alive and well except for the loss of one sweet banty hen. Our house is intact and remains un-flooded. There's a massive river running through the middle of our property, but we are so grateful that it wasn't worse (and so sad for those not so fortunate). Much fence-mending and cleaning up is ahead of us. I'm still processing the events of the past 72 hours, but I've been very much reminded of what's truly important in life. Indeed, that life itself is precious beyond measure. And that home is not really a place or a house - which in the end is just another possession - being home is truly being with your dearest loves.