I'm sitting down to write this post and I'm just not sure what to say. The photo above is of my car, what remains of my car, after it was hit by a hit and run driver Saturday night. In my own neighborhood no less. This mini van saved our lives. The boys and I were in the car that night, thankfully my husband, who is almost always by our side, was not in the car with us. We all walked away safely thanks to the miracle of modern technology, thank God for seat belts and air bags. Someone up above was certainly looking down on us that night, the seat adjacent to what's left of the door above is the
only one not occupied by one of my boys.
The driver of the other car fled the scene. We know only a very little about the description of the car, but some information has come forward and I am hopeful this person will be identified and prosecuted for their cowardly act. I hope karma is fully in force.
So tonight I hold my boys a little more tightly, love them more deeply than I ever thought possible, and thank God for blessing us with what's most important, the gift of our family.
I don't think I have exhaled since the moment I realized that that car was in fact going to hit me, and I don't know that I ever will. But I will always remember looking over my shoulder at the three precious faces staring back at me and the overwhelming relief of knowing that my little ones were safe. Whoever your loved ones are, be they of the kiddo variety or your one and only, remember how completely, totally, madly head over heels in love you are, really and truly it's all that matters.
