Mom always said, "Be careful what you wish for!"

Over the weekend we had a terrible windstorm. I woke up to a noise and thought maybe a piece of tin from the garage had ended up in our front yard. I told Mark to look and see. His eyes were still blurry but eventually saw this.

Mark and I had actually discussed cutting that tree down a few days before. I guess someone was listening. We were just so grateful that the wind was blowing that direction because we could have easily had a tree on our house. We feel blessed and watched over.

Thankfully Mark's sweet parents came over later with the chainsaw to help clean up our lawn. Now we have to figure out how to get rid of that stump.