The Ballistic Missile Post
We hit the reset button hard -- on life. I was at the skatepark when Meagan called me at 8:08am. She said she had just received an alert on her phone (as seen above). I asked no questions, threw my stuff in the car and drove home -- fast. I knew we didn't have much time. I felt confident that a missile wouldn't hit the north shore, so our family would be living in potential nuclear fallout for the next few weeks. Meagan was filling up everything should could with water. I was franticly researching missiles, trying to find out if this is true, and negotiating our best options for survival. It was going to be a bad couple of weeks.
And just like that, 15 minutes later, it was confirmed it wasn't real (well it was 38 minutes, but within 15 minutes we had found twitter posts saying it was a mistake within 15 minutes). It was almost impossible to look at my kids and think "They have no idea we're about to have our lives changed in a drastic way any minute now." They were smiling, screaming, and running around like kids do. While this was fake, it did force us to address a few things. And a fear that was never inside of me sits somewhere deep inside of me now. It's a bit hard to explain.
But in true Melum fashion, instead of harping on it too long, we went outside and enjoyed ourselves -- because what else is there to do?
Meagan saw an actual photoshoot go down ... so she decided she wanted to have one of her own.
I knew she wanted to do that so I'm proud of her for going for it even though I know she was probably embarrassed. You just have to do what you want to do -- even if you feel silly for wanting to do it. Who cares? It's been a great couple of weeks as we're pushing ourselves for even more adventures than before, knowing that we're heading to CA soon.