My city looks like a war-zone right now.
Dump trucks filled with clay and sand, semis with trailers of sandbags, National Guard servicemen and women at every intersection.
The enemy?
The Missouri River.
I am amazed and proud to see the community pull together in the flood-fighting efforts.
Yesterday at Sandbag Central, our “station” consisted of an elderly couple in their seventies, my husband and I with kids {ages 11, 7, and 7}, and another mother with her three young boys.
My kids didn’t complain {much}, even when I accidentally threw a whole shovelful of sand into Bridger’s face. He simply rinsed, spat, and went on with his designated job.
From the very young to the very old, everyone is stepping in and contributing in whatever ways they can. Go, Bismarck, GO! *insert fist-pump*
Please keep our city in your thoughts and prayers as the water begins to rise.

























