Last night was to be the big pack meeting. TJ would be advancing from a wolf to a bear in cub scouts. We all needed to be there. Of course Lydia was actually napping when it was time to go. This worked out fine because Travis usually drives separately anyways on pack mtg. night so that he can go to mutual afterwards. So, he loaded up the 4 big kids and headed out while I got Lydia ready to go. Just as I was grabbing the keys to the car, the phone rang. I was sure it was Travis reminding me to bring the camera so we could remember this special night for TJ. Well, it was Travis but his reason for calling was quite different! "We just got in a car accident," he said in his matter-of-fact, ever calm way. He assured me that everyone was okay. All the kids were crying from the shock (except Tyler!) but they didn't seem to be hurt.
I left Lydia with Grandma Carolyn and headed down the street to check on everyone. I had to park a ways away because everything was blocked off and I was wishing I had worn my tennis shoes as I jogged down the sidewalk in my trusty platform flip-flops. When I arrived I was surprised to see three cars smashed up! The paramedics were checking out Natalie. She had a couple of very minor bruises and had hit her head. They instructed me just to keep an eye on her and make sure her behavior didn't seem abnormal. Everyone seemed fine and calm. But, it looks like we say goodbye to our old silver truck. A sad farewell to a good friend.
The car that hit us is in front of the truck in this shot. It is hard to see unless you look at the full size image. It was crunched pretty good in the front and back. Not fun at all!
Travis asked me to go back home for our new insurance card (we of course hadn't put the new ones in the car when they arrived a couple of weeks ago). Mad dash back to the car, speed (safely and within the speed limit) home, search through piles of papers for insurance cards, success! rush back to accident site, deliver the card, wonder why I didn't bring everyone water to guzzle in the heat, look for kids and find this:
The kids were sitting in an air conditioned van, sipping blue Gatorade, and wearing firemen hats. Two volunteers who work with the fire dept. were visiting with and caring for my babies. I was so happy that they were happy. They could have been feeling very traumatized by the experience, instead it was a great adventure for them.
On our way home, Travis explained what had happened (did I forget to mention that when they were struck, the truck spun around 1 1/2 times?) and I realized that we were very, very blessed. It may seem strange to call an accident a blessing, but if they had collided a second or less after they did, the front of the truck would have crashed into the other car. I have had visions in my mind of what my family would have looked like if that had happened. My Life was driving to the church in that truck. What would I do without them? I definitely call a smashed truck and 4 happy kids and a safe husband a great blessing. Life is so fragile and so sweet, every moment a precious gift.
I am proud of my girls and don't want to forget that their biggest worry was that the woman driving the little car was hurt. Travis said they took her to the hospital just as a precaution. The other driver was fine as well. I think we were all watched over yesterday.







