When I posted the picture of Coco hanging out in my closet Sunday night on Instagram, I didn't know we would all be taking cover in the closet for far more serious reasons hours later. Severe weather started in Alabama during the middle of the night. After the tornado sirens went off twice, the power went out, the radar was showing a tornado headed towards our city, and my in-laws texted Jared to make sure we knew what was going on, it was time to go to the "safe place". An EF-3 tornado touched down in virtually every place I've lived around Birmingham, but luckily our house and my parents house (and everyone I know here, actually) are fine. It's beyond eerie to drive home and pass search and rescue trucks. It's strange to keep hearing that roads you drove up and down daily are closed and entire subdivisions you know are demolished. I didn't fall asleep until about 7 this morning and I don't think I realized how close it literally had hit to our home until I woke up to phone calls, text messages, Tweets, etc. asking if we were ok.
Many people aren't though, so please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.