On November 7 most of you all know what happened, I have not wanted to blog about the accident, But every year I print out a blog book and I can not make a book with out 1.) telling what happened and 2.) explaining my complete love for my Heavenly Father. So here we go.... On 11/7/12 I had miracles happen. The night before our TV went out. I woke up and felt just crummy all day. When it was time to pick up Abigail I went to take the TV box back at the UPS store, on the way home I had a seizure and went unconscious while driving the car. Abigail and Harris were in the back seat and I drove into a home.... There is when all the miracles begin. If I had not had to drop off the TV box I would have came home while children were walking home from school, if I gone anywhere else it could have been much worse, the man whose home I hit had just left the part of the house where the car drove threw, I was rushed to the hospital but was only banged and bruised, and last but most importantly my children were both ok. ALL HUGE BLESSINGS!
For the next few days following I was angry with Heavenly Father. I am going to be honest I was angry. I try to do things just as Heavenly Father asks me. Why did my kids have to be in the car? Why did that have to happen? When will the trails my family face be enough? I was so caught up in my frustration I did not see all the miracles. Then right before Thanksgiving Abigail"s Primary teacher came up to me and said in class they were talking about what they were grateful for. Abi's answer was that see was thankful for the men that took care of me, Harris, and Herself. When I heard that I melted. For Thanksgiving as a family we made and decorated cookies for those firefighters and paramedics. I called ahead and made sure it was the exact men on duty. As we drove up I felt very thankful and a little sad that my sweet Abigail was the first to see the blessings in all this. I felt very thankful for her and for her sweet and kind spirit. The Fireman Justin in the pic was the one that drove with me and took great care of me in the ambulance. He was so sweet and kind to me. I only remember a little I was in and out of consciousness, but I remember him holding my hand and promising me my kiddos were safe. Words can never be put into words how much I know that my Heavenly Father loves me. I know that because it could have been so much worse. I am even thankful for this experience.
On the day of the accident Aaron was on the phone and heard everything. In the moment he handled things in a way that was only guided to him threw the spirit. He knew his dad was the closest to the and i would want them away from the accident as soon as possible, he knew I would have wanted to him to hug the kids before he came to me. He also felt the spirit tell him exactly how to get home the quickest. I love him. I will never forget seeing him at the hospital. The way just seeing him calmed me. I love how he held my hand and reassured me we could get threw this. No matter what happens we ARE going to get threw this as a family and with my friends.
I am so thankful for my friends, Laurel, Sarah, Mary, and Katheryn. I am thankful for my sister. I can only express how much I love her. All day we were trying to get a hold of my mom and by the night time I told Aaron call Jen. Not even a minuet later mom was calling. Then they drove all the way from Louisiana and she was here. Playing and loving the kiddos. Which is what I wanted and needed her to do. I see all my blessings and I am so thankful for them all.
