Thankful.

A and I had a near-death experience the other week and since then we have realized just how blessed we are to still be alive today. Facing my own mortality wasn't how I had planned to spend that weekend, but I'm grateful for the opportunity. It really put everything into perspective.

It didn't matter that the laundry wasn't done or that the dogs were shedding like maniacs. It didn't matter that sequins from a dress mishap a few months ago are still showing up like pesky unwanted house-guests. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was we were alive and safe and able to walk away from the accident hand in hand. 

I thank God that A was sleeping when it happened or he may have tried to reach his hands forward to shield himself. When I saw the car ahead of me on the highway run over a piece of sheet metal and flip it up in the air; I knew it was going to hit us. I just hoped it would hit the roof and I prayed I would be able to keep the car in control. [To this day I'm not sure how I did. My guardian angel must have been working overtime that day to keep me safe]

Instead it hit the hood of my car, punctured the windshield and thankfully flew up and over the car when it landed on my dashboard. Glass was EVERYWHERE. For days both of us were picking it out of our skin, our hair, our clothes and shoes.

But we are alive and safe. 

Thank GOD! 

xo