Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Jordan is away for a couple of nights at scout camp.  Sometimes when he's gone over night, I slip on one of his t-shirts so I can still breathe him in when I sleep...  Because I'm cheesy like that.

We had the chance to get away for our anniversary this year, thanks to Mom and Bret for being willing to take our kids overnight.

We made reservations to go ziplining...and reservations for a hotel room, but we decided to live in the moment for the rest of the time, and choose what we wanted to do as we went along.
It was the most fun and relaxing time we've both had in forever.  Until in the middle of our spontaneity, we ran into a truck.  Which then ran into another car.

It was the strangest feeling seeing what was ahead of us, and knowing we were going to hit hard, but not knowing how it all was going to end.
In those 3 seconds as our brakes locked and our car slid on the wet pavement, I was sure we were going to die.
I remember screaming "NO!!!" and then grabbing onto Jordan's shoulder with one hand, and onto to the door frame with the other.  I kicked my feet up onto the dashboard to brace myself, and then we hit.

The front of our car was in pieces
The inside was filled with smoke
 But we were still alive
and so was everyone else, and all was well.

I can't tell you how many times I've replayed that moment in my head and thought of all of the ways it could have ended differently.
We were so blessed that no kids were in the back of the vehicle that we hit...  So blessed that Jordan's airbag worked as it was supposed to, and that our dash hadn't crushed my legs could have easily been broken in half.   Blessed that no injuries occurred, and that the other drivers were so forgiving.  Soooo Blessed that people were willing to go out of their way to help. 

Since it was pouring down rain during the entire ordeal, a very charitable policeman let us sit in the back of his vehicle until our tow truck and hotel taxi showed up.  

Since the 'accident' I have been told by a couple of people now that I drive like a Grandma.

I can't argue.  I drive 10 mph under the speed limit with my hands on 10 and 2 at all times.
 Safety First, people.   

It was difficult laying our Corolla to rest in that Pennsylvania junk yard, but we feel like he would have wanted us to move on,so last week we went ahead and purchased a 2006 Toyota Corolla.
She's beautiful and drives like a charm, 
(and plays something called 'compact discs' instead of cassette tapes.)

Feeling grateful for all of our blessings.
Happy Anniversary to my sweet, wonderful husband. 
Another year, another adventure.