Too Close for Comfort

The day after he proposed to me, Dallin was thrown from the back window of his pick-up truck and pinned underneath in the snow.  They super-glued his arm together and he was disappointed he didn't get a bigger scar.

At a few months old, I found Naomi under the water in our bathtub.  She was fine, but I cried for 8 hours straight. 

With three kids in the van, we flipped it over on icy roads and were suspended upside down from our seat belts while I asked whether everyone was fine.  The milli-second until they all answered was an eternity.

At Christmastime, Mark walked up two flights of stairs to find me while he was choking (not breathing) on a frozen strawberry. 

This week, Naomi dropped an extinguished match into her garbage can full of tissues.  Next time she looked, it was in full flame next to her bookcase.  Ten minutes later my biggest disappointment were the small holes in the new carpet. 

And last week, with Dallin less than 3 feet away, Mark pushed out the screen on Chas's second story window and landed unconscious on the deck 20 feet below. Two ambulance rides, two hospitals, and two days later we were home with a glow-in-the-dark cast on his arm and a sore, healthy, whole kid.

Thank God! Again!