Mostly I'm grateful that the plans I make today have so very little to do with the logistics and repercussions of Saturday where one of my nearest and dearests was involved in a traffic accident. We are all very, very, very grateful that The Boy is okay. As a first responder to the accident I'm especially very, very, very grateful. It's funny how life works that way...the coincidence of being *there*, *then*...
|I'm thankful for this power pole which kept the car from rolling over.|
Lots of people believe that things happen for a reason. I can speculate as to the reasons of this but I'd rather trust we're all being guided and watched over for the best reasons and leave it at that.
This time those best reasons saw The Boy wreck his car on a snowy Saturday morning and be Home by Sunday afternoon, banged up and bruised but okay. Best reasons have me thinking about the importance of being kind and generous and forgiving of all those around me; of saying "i love you" and meaning it every day.
So, when I do tiptoe downstairs I'll be doing it with a smile and an with a heart filled with appreciation. Thank you God. Thank you, Dad.
It's all good.