My parents moved from Minnesota down to Missouri, just 40 minutes south of me a week ago today. Their drive was complicated by the trailer they were towing, the need to stop and take quick naps at rest stops since they were each driving their own car and couldn't spell each other when they got tired, spontaneous hail storms, and tornado warnings. The state of Missouri truly went all out in its welcome to them. At 11:40 the night they were arrive I got the dreaded severe thunderstorm warning text message to my phone. A millisecond later a second text alerted me that we were upgraded to a tornado warning. And then the sirens went off. Never a dull moment here in west Springfield. Fortunately, I hadn't changed into my pajamas yet and still had full make-up on, so at least I looked darn good during this tornado warning instead of like death coming out of a deep sleep. I flipped the TV on and called my dad to determine their location. They were just south of Bolivar...conveniently located in the bright red zone of imminent death, according to the animated predictions I was seeing on the weather report. Awesome. They put the pedal to the metal and increased their driving speed. Probably to a whopping 65 mph since they were towing a trailer of belongings to hold them over until the moving truck would arrive. I nervously paced until I saw their headlights out front. The wind had really picked up and a grandiose display of lightning highlighted the crazy dark clouds. There was no thunder or rain. Just wind and lightning. Scary. My dad backed the trailer up into the garage and pulled the cars into the driveway (my mom followed my dad down in her car). We frantically unloaded the cars and flipped the news back on.
What a way to make an entrance :) Under the cover of darkness and to the soundtrack of tornado sirens. Their new life in Missouri has officially begun!
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