This week we decided to take a little road trip with the babies. We got in late last night and were checking into our hotel about midnight. Brent went inside to check us in and get the luggage cart. Our car was off the road but right next to it. He put the cart behind the car and walked over to the driver's side door to turn car off. About that time, we heard a car speeding up fast behind us. He ran to the other side of the car and the next thing we knew, there was a truck right next to us about ten feet in front of us. It slammed it's breaks on and started in reverse full speed. We could see sparks flying and it was heading towards our car. I jumped out of my seat and started towards the back seat. The truck then geared back to drive and sped off. It left behind a post that it ran into and ripped out of concrete. It was stuck to the front of the truck! He went in reverse in attempts to pull it off. It ran into it and drove off right before he came up by us. The post still had about a foot of concrete all the way around the post. Thank God that wasn't a person. Thank God that fifteen seconds later a cop came flying by us chasing that truck. I'm praying that person is in jail and getting help.
I couldn't breathe and I really saw all our lives possible ending from a truck running over or smashing into us us. Brent and I looked at each other and just couldn't believe it happened. We went to bed talking about it and woke up talking about it.
You never think it will happen to you, but it can. We aren't promised tomorrow and no one in our family is either. If I've learned one thing in the past several years, that would be it.
Knox had a hard time falling back to sleep in the hotel because he was itchy, but I didn't mind holding him one bit. I can't imagine my life without these smiles, even in the stressful moments.