Three years ago today my sister, my brother-in-law, Owen and I were in a car wreck.
We were headed to Colorado for vacation with my family (we were all caravaning).
We were driving on the highway going about 70 mph and we spun and rolled over.
The car stop rolling and landed on its side, drivers side down.
(these are my sister's pictures, sorry I couldn't get them downloaded!)
I was in the back with Owen, who was 4 months old. I remember screaming and putting my body over him so that nothing would hit him as we rolled. Our luggage was rolling too!
When we stopped I could see nothing was obviously wrong with Owen, but two thoughts invaded my head.
I could see we were still in the middle of the highway...was someone going to hit us before we could get out of the car?
And, is my sister alive (sorry David, my thoughts went to Becki)?
My brothers-in-law appeared through Owen's window. They had climbed up the car, and were asking for me to lift Owen out.
I then peeked my head up to Becki, she was crying and bleeding and in pain...but was alive!
I kept asking if someone was going to hit the car before we could get out. Sean and David told me there was a semi that was blocking both lanes and we were safe.
It's so important for me to remember this day.
To remember that we rode in an ambulance to the hospital to be told we were fine. Becki and David were the worst and only had minor scrapes and cuts (and Becki was given a sexy neck brace).
Owen didn't have as much as a single scrape, neither did I.
While we were at the hospital we were told the same thing happened not a week earlier, and 3 children were killed.
So today, I give thanks that three years ago, I thought I was going to lose my baby, my sweet and precious dream. Three years ago, I had the thought of seeing my sister bleeding to death in the front seat and having to live life without her.
We never got to thank that truck driver for keeping us safe and blocking the road while we got out of the car. The ambulance whisked us off and I didn't as much as give it a thought to thank him. I forever wish I had. So many people stopped to help us. One lady gave us...gave us...her childs carseat to take Owen in the ambulance in.... She carried her son home in her arms, said they didn't live far.
Today, I told Owen about the wreck and showed him pictures. He was very interested in the ambulance ride. I want him to know how God saved him and that He has great purpose for his life.
I don't want to ever forget that this happened because with it came great miracles and I want to glorify God for saving us that day.