Have you ever had one of those moments in time in which you passively make a comment that means no more than the breath that departs from your lips? I had one of those moments today. Six o'clock arrives like a locomotive out of control in our home each morning. This morning was no different. As I hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen I heard a strange sound coming from my son's radio. . .beep,beep,beep. As I tuned in to the sound, I realized that there was a weather alert for our area. Glancing out the window, I noticed that the ground was soaked with water, and the wind was coming down in sheets. At that moment, I knew I was going to have a grand time trying to get three kids in the car, buckle them in car seats, and drive to school. . . on time! I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my coffee cup with enthusiasm. I was definitely going to need that jolt of caffeine this morning. As the cinnamon rolls were pulled out of the oven, my husband casually walks in the kitchen and grabs a few of the rolls, minus the icing. As he was turning to leave, our eyes lock, and he tells me, like he does every morning, that he loves me. With all of the kitchen activities taking place I tell him the same and say "be careful; it is messy out there". Later that morning, as I was listening to the Old Testament books of the Bible song for the eighth time since leaving my driveway, I approached my son's school. . .almost there. As I crossed the Neuse River Bridge, like I had done thousands of times in the past eleven years to get to work, a warning signal went off in my mind. "Always leave enough room in front of you and the next person when you get stopped on the bridge." Throughout the many years that I have traveled this bridge there have been countless accidents that have resulted in very serious injuries. This bridge is a nemesis. My van was almost at a complete stop behind a car that was already stopped on the bridge, and then it happened. . .a flash, a jolt, a shock. We had been hit from behind. Immediately think. . . It was one moment in time and no one was hurt. A moment when we tell the one we love to be careful. A moment to console and love one another. A moment that we can not take for granted.
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I am so thrilled to be able to be a part of your blog. I am fascinated in hearing you talk about your day to day. This is the kind of stuff that you cannot know and understand about someone when you just see and talk to each other every so often. Thank you for letting me in. So sorry about the accident. Cannot wait until you post pictures of the kids. Our blog address is maxevablake.blogspot.com if you want to check it out. This is Jennifer, in case you cannot tell from the username. I love ya!
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