Yesterday, God gave our family a wakeup call. Jeff and I were in the truck with Matthew when we hit a patch of ice. The truck spun out of control, went in the ditch, and hit a bank covered in snow. I was unbuckled climbing in the backseat to comfort Matthew when we hit. I shielded him from the objects that flew in the air. When I opened my eyes, there was broken glass in my hair and my precious baby looking around as if the scene that surrounded him was perfectly normal. My heart sunk. I stirred him a little to make sure he was alright. Then, I closed my eyes and thanked God for keeping him safe.
Jeff and I walked away with a few bumps, large bruises, and scrapes. All in all, more emotionally bruised than physically. I cried tears of fear and joy as I climbed out of the truck. I rushed to Jeff and hugged him tight.
Whenever something like this happens, I look inside and ask myself what God is trying to teach me. So far I came up with this...
- To cherish each and every moment with my family. My boys deserve the best wife and mother in the world, and I am going to make sure that I am just that for them.
- Having a healthy, happy baby is a priveledge, not to be taken for granted. In the past 6 weeks, I have longed for a full night's sleep. Last night, I woke up with Matthew and enjoyed every second of it. Our night-time feedings are a blessing, not a chore. I get to wake up with him every night and that is something to be thankful for.
- The small things truly don't matter. At the hospital, I thought about the times during the weekend that I was not very nice to Jeff. I got upset, because he was a little slow to get moving Saturday morning...he cracked my workout DVD so I was irritated...all things that in the grand scheme of things do not matter. I vow to treat my husband with more tenderness every day. Jeff is a very loving and special man. He is not only my husband, but my very best friend. From now on, I am going to be someone who can laugh off the small things the way that Jeff does.
As I sit here with Matthew in my arms, I count my blessings and thank God over and over for keeping us safe. We had our guardian angels by our side, and I thank them too. I know that as time goes by, this memory will fade, but I am going to keep Matthew's tiny hospital anklet close by to remind me of this day...however terrible it was, because I know that it will remind me to treat my husband and my child as the precious gifts that they are each and every day of my life.