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I have SO much to blog about…going all the way back to Jacob's birthday at the end of September! I have the pictures downloaded and ready to go, I just need to do the writing.  And I will…I will.  

I enjoyed a terrific birthday and appreciate all of my family and friends who loved on me last week. I think 35 is going to be a great year.

But here it is in black and white…

The good:  I am alive.

The bad:  My Suburban is not.  We find out this morning if it is actually "totaled" or not (looking likely that it will be).  

The ugly:  On my way to a church meeting on Sat night I received a text from Derek, who was already there, telling me where he had saved our seats.  I looked down to read it (big mistake).  I looked back up to find the car in front of me at a complete stop.  And without time to really react I tried to swerve to minimize impact.  The rest of it is a blur that only my mind can handle – too surreal for print.  The crunch, the smell of the air bag, the stillness afterwards, the glass everywhere…all things I would rather forget.  But I was able to walk away, and so were the other 6 people affected (in the other two cars).  My efforts to get a hold of Derek resulted in my own personal "posse" (Matt, Scott and Derek) coming to my rescue (all in white shirts and ties, mind you).  I love 'em for it too. And many of our friends who were on their way to that same meeting stopped or called to check on me.  I shut down the 2-lane road several times (the initial accident, the wrecker, etc.) – I feel bad for anyone stuck in that mess trying to get somewhere.  I feel bad for the poor girls that I hit – getting hit from behind like that is awful.  I feel bad for the sweet mom in front of them with her two kiddos who also got hit.  

This has been so humbling for me.  I'm so very grateful that I didn't hurt anyone.  I'm so grateful that I'm not hurt worse.  I'm sore and bruised and my spirit is a little bruised as well, but nothing that can't be mended.  No more phone calls, texting, etc, for me in the car.  I urge everyone else to put them in the backseat – it happens so fast and life is way too precious.

 
Derek went to check on the car again yesterday and get some of our belongings.  He looked at the airbag and saw what looked like blood.  I cut my wrist, so that would make sense.  But upon closer inspection he realized it was my lipstick from where my face hit the airbag.  Sobering…