angels from above

This is still hard for me to write about. The feelings are still raw. I am emotionally drained.

I hope this NEVER happens to anyone.

I hope that you, too, have angels watching over you and your families also.

Whenever we get together with family there are a LOT of us.

It is usually chaotic and everyone is going everywhere 100 miles an hour.

Our morning started our early...and we were tired from staying up late the night before.

We had a graduation to attend for Berkley.

We all ate lunch at the Olive Garden.

Garrett and I loaded up our car and ran a few errands.

By this time we were all ready for naps and running on LOW.

I still needed to grocery shop so Garrett offered to take all the kids home to nap while I ran to the store.

That sounded good to me.

We pulled up to the house and everyone got out.

At the last minute I offered to keep the baby so he could rest.

I assured Garrett that it was fine so he headed in the house with the other three kids.

Once I reached Albertsons I had to search for a good parking place.

The guy next to me parked crooked so I squeezed out of my door and headed into the crowded store.

It was record highs...middle of the afternoon...and BUSY!

I grabbed my cart, my mile- long- list and my newly acquired stack of coupons.

I was set.

My mind was set on what I needed...what was on sale...what coupons I held in my hands...

My cell phone rang. It was Christy.

She was going to meet up with me so we could shop together.

Once she arrived we chatted and shopped around for awhile until she realized that she forgot to pick up Malia.

She high-tailed it out of the store and I continued on my way down the aisles of food.

All of a sudden I got a sharp pain in my chest and I realized my milk was coming in.

It was time to feed the baby.

THE

BABY!

The blood drained from my face.

I dropped my list...purse...left my cart...and

SPRINTED

out to the car.

My heart was racing.

I was praying...holding back the tears...hoping I wouldn't find my baby laying still in her car seat.

Once I reached the car I could hear a faint, weak cry.

My heart broke and yet I rejoiced at the same time.

She was still ALIVE.

I undid her car seat as fast as humanly possible and rushed back into the cool...air conditioned store.

She was red...her body was saturated in sweat.

I collapsed in the nearest chair...ripped open my shirt, so she could nurse and rehydrate...

and I WEPT!

I cried...and cried...

how could I be so irresponsible??

How could I be so blessed??

The day could have ended so much worse.

I thanked my Heavenly Father that she was okay.

I recommitted to protect my beautiful children to the very BEST of my ability

and not let the everyday nuisances get in the way.

Every time I hold her I have a new appreciation for her.
Her every sound...and smile.

I know angels were watching over her.