Close Call

Today I witnessed a terrible accident. We were sitting at a stoplight a few cars back, late for church as usual, when the car in front pulled into the intersection and was t-boned by a woman who was trying to fly though the intersection. The woman's car's front end was totally demolished and she was going so fast that the poor man driving ahead of us flipped over on his side. My initial reaction was concern mostly for the man, hoping that despite the pitiable condition of his SUV that he was ok, and some concern for the woman that hit him. But then I found myself crying uncontrollably. We were only two cars behind this man who was hit on the passenger side. My beautiful daughter was sitting in the backseat on that side. What if it had been us? What if that stupid, stupid woman had hit us? Oh the ugly thought of it just floored me. But it was not us. The Lord was looking out for us and, thankfully, for the man in the SUV who walked away from the accident without even a glass scratch. Today re-confirmed for me how very important my beautiful little girl is, and how I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that she grows up to become whatever she wants to, God willing. But I also know that if, for some reason, God does not will, we are bound together forever as a family. I just hope the former rather that the latter is His will.

My little girl is not making me wait for her to be "grown-up". That little one is 16 months going on 16. She already sasses me - "Nooo!" she says as she points her little finger at me with those furrowed brows. She talks on a cell phone like a teenager (see previous post). And now she hangs with the girls too. The other day we were at the apartment pool and we were sitting in the hot tub. A group of teenage girls about 12-13 years old got in after us and were fascinated by Maddy. They asked to hold her and I consented, since she was already pushing me away to get at them. One of the girls grabbed her and brought her over to where they were sitting. She sat down in the middle of them looking perfectly at home. She even tried to talk to them in her way. They giggled and she giggled too (although she had no idea why she was giggling.) What's next? Is she going to be asking me for lipstick and eyeshadow at three? Probably.