I think I was overly tired, and I just stacked the wood in there not even thinking twice about how I stacked it.
I caught my house on fire with my fireplace, and it was the scariest experience of my life. I really miss my fireplace, but there is no way that I will ever have one again. When I was a young girl, I used to dream of my forever home. I wanted a large farmhouse, and I always wanted a fireplace. I thought it was so attractive watching men cut firewood, so I wanted my future husband to cut firewood for me. My dream became a relativity when I married my soulmate, Josh. He is the sweetest man that I have ever met, and he truly is the best husband ever. Even though I have grown up and matured a bit, I have to admit that I still think it is super attractive when my husband chops firewood. He jokes with me all of the time about it. If we ever have a little argument, he teases me and says that he is going to chop some firewood so that I won’t be made at him anymore. Sadly, it would probably work. Now that we don’t have a fireplace anymore, I am going to figure out another reason for him to chop firewood. I desperately miss having a fireplace though. It was all my fault that it caught the house on fire. I am the one who put the wood in the fireplace the night that everything happened. I think I was overly tired, and I just stacked the wood in there not even thinking twice about how I stacked it. A piece of wood ended up falling out of the fireplace, and it caught the living room on fire. The fire spread through most of the downstairs before we realized that there was a fire. It was terrible.