Tuesday, February 14, 2012
As always, she was running late. I had parked behind her in the driveway so I told her to take my car (an SUV) to save time. She left for school and I settled down to work, but less than five minutes later I received a phone call.
Shortly after leaving the house, she turned east and faced a glare so bright she couldn't see. A more experienced driver would have stopped, but she did not. There were two large utility trucks pulled over on the side of the road, and she hit the one that was parked in front of her.
Luckily, she was wearing her seat belt. She flew forward and hit her head on the steering wheel, but other than a bump on her forehead and a bruise to her ego, she is fine. I thank God she was driving my car because hers would have gone underneath the truck, and I have no doubt that she would have ended up in the hospital.
So my Valentine's Day present this year is not flowers or chocolate in a heart-shaped box. It's that my baby is home safe with me, and that's the best present I could ask for.
Wishing you a safe and happy Valentine's Day.