My mom, my son, and myself had just arrived in a neighboring city today to visit my new nephew (cute little Mr. No-Name that finally got his name, Ewan) when I got a phone call. One of those phone calls you never want to get.
Your husband has been in an accident.
Thank the good Lord above that he is alright. My whole body was shaking when I first heard the news. Here I was, almost 2 hours away, and unable to do anything, unable to be with him, unable to know all of the details. My husband was gone all week on a business trip and flew home early this morning. He was driving to our home from the airport, pulling off on an exit ramp, when he was struck from behind by a pick-up truck, going about double the speed he was. She hit him at an angle, which probably kept it from being worse. He hit his head on the steering wheel, and they took him to the hospital in an ambulance. But after x-rays and a good once-over, it ended up being a bad case of whiplash.
He's home already. We just arrived back home. And I've never been so grateful in my life to see him all in one healthy piece.
God is good.