We went straight to the airport and nervously waited for our flight, calling for updates from home. Clark and Joel were at my house, along with neighbors (some I knew, some I had never met) and they were trying to carry our precious things (pictures of our children etc) upstairs to get them out of harm's way. Before our flight took off, I had one last conversation with Clark. "The water is getting too high, Joel and I have to get out because it's not safe. Call when your flight gets in."

When we arrived in the airport, we had to wait over an hour for our luggage to come out. We were almost to our house, when Clark called my cellphone. "I want you to be prepared for what you are about to see." His tone was grave. "The water is up to your doorknob."

There weren't many places to park on our street, as the neighbors had moved their cars up from driveways near the creek, and spectators were everywhere. The main attraction - our home. The home we had worked so very hard to buy - our dream.

I wanted to run down, swim across the water, and go inside. I knew our two new kittens were upstairs (both of our dogs were at the boarder). I was in total shock and did not know what to do. Neighbors, friends, and Clark were all there giving us hugs and offers of help. Our neighbor who is a marine and stands 6'6" was a true hero. He wore his waders and went into the house and upstairs to feed the kittens.

After some time, all I wanted was to see my babies. We went two streets up to where our babysitter waited with our children and we got them in the car. Clark and Lane had generously offered for us to stay at their home. They insisted really. That is who they are - beyond generous and caring for others.

As we drove to their home, I turned around and looked at my two beautiful children, ages 7 and then 3. "Kids," I said, "our house flooded today. There was a lot of water in it. We won't be able to live there for a while. We are going to be fine and we are going to stick together and help eachother. We are 'Team DiBiase.'"

That first night, I did not sleep at all. I tried everything - yoga, meditation, reading, watching tv, you name it. I could not stop shaking and wondering what we were going to do. We had flood insurance, but would it cover the damage? How much was really lost? Only our two children's bedrooms were upstairs. Our master, all of our clothes, kitchen items, the things in our garage, dining room, living room, family room... I couldn't stop going through it all in my head. I wondered if the water would recede by the next morning. I dreaded going there, yet I couldn't wait to be in my house again. Thanks to Lane and Clark, the rest of my family did get some rest. Lane made the children cute little beds and even had "Cars" sheets on Matthew's bed. He thought it was great and all just an adventure. 

When morning came, Mike and I went to our house. Luckily, the water had gone down, and we were able to begin clean up. I called a flood and fire company I found online (not the way I would suggest doing it, but it's the wild wild west when it comes to this part of flood recovery). They were there within hours and started tearing apart the first floor of our house.

The hardwood floors had all buckled. Furniture had floated all over, a refrigerator had lifted up and crashed onto my washer and dryer. Clothes, shoes, toys, books, kids artwork, movies, cds, the commercial gym equipment I had saved for, the upholstered chair bought just months before, carpets, pots and pans, everything, everywhere. The stench of the sewer that had backed into the creek before it overflowed permeated the air. Tears streamed down my face as I plodded through in rain boots and an outfit I had worn the day before in sunny Cancun. I wore rubber gloves and looked for things that were salvageable.

I spoke to our flood insurance company and found out that rental assistance was not available through flood. I didn't know where we were going to live, or how we were going to get our home repaired. I thought of my precious children, and how if I had not pushed us to live in this beautiful home, knowing it was in a flood zone but feeling the risk was low, they would be laying their heads in their own beds that night.

It was a very low moment for me, yet even in that moment, I knew something good was happening inside of me. I would soon find out I was right.

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