READ: I was afraid of boring you all to tears.
So I've decided to break up the mental and philosophical journey I've been on for the last few weeks into weekly posts for however long it takes. I'm hoping you'll come along for the ramble!
There's only one place to begin, with this:
The weekend of my sister's wedding, my dad and half sister were in town from Oklahoma staying with us. We'd gone to rehearsal, practiced our duties for the next day's events, eaten some seriously tasty food, and were headed home (about an hour and a half drive).
My husband and I drove separately because my sister and I were bridesmaids and needed to be there early, so hubs, my dad, and my toddler rode to the rehearsal in a separate car. When it came time to go home, my dad and I hadn't caught up much or had time to talk, so he debated and ended up riding with me, along with my son and sister, leaving my husband following us in his car, alone.
We were on the highway, slowing down for construction traffic when it happened. My first thought was that a train had hit us. It was the only thing that made sense. One minute we were talking casually, slowing down, and the next we were thrown sideways and the sound of loud booms was in our ears.
My baby (toddler but will always be a baby to me) was in the backseat. I can't tell you what a scary thought that is and how, even now, it causes me to feel nauseous and panic. It was one of the scariest things I've ever been through and there are so many things I'm thankful for when I look back at that night.
A few ambulance trips later, we all arrived home from the hospital around five in the morning, without my car, and with only a few hours before we needed to head to my sister's wedding. It was chaos.
Those that have been following my blog for awhile probably know of the funk I'd been in, the one that creeped up and just wouldn't go away. Things (I thought) had started looking up, settling down, getting back to normal. And then this.
I don't know about you, but
Epiphany #1 ~ I don't believe in coincidences.
Meaning: Everything happens for a reason.
This freak accident has definitely been proof of that, and if you stick with me each week, I'll fill you in on why.
Nothing in life is guaranteed. It's a fact that most of us would like to ignore, one that is too scary to really think about, but from time to time it's good to remember.
So hug those closest to you today and let them know how much you care.