At 8:10, he walked back through the front door, set down his bag, and said:
"Um... I just got hit by a car."
I processed for a second, then freaked out a bit. It took a little convincing on his part for me to believe he was really okay, but I still insisted he see a doctor. Nothing is cracked or broken (except for the mangled bike and the car's side-view mirror he tore off on impact); he'll just be extremely sore for a few days. No kidding.
We spent most of the day on the phone with doctors and insurance companies, and the rest of it I spent thinking about how much I love and treasure my husband. How I can't fathom life without him. How things could have turned out much much worse, and how I would have felt had that been the last time I'd hugged and kissed him and, if when I said, "love you, have a good day," he knew how much I meant it. How grateful I am to a loving, watchful God who obviously protected him today.
So next time you are tempted to run a stop sign, don't.
Think about that guy on the bike.
Think about the family he may have at home.
Because it could very well have been an EMT or Police Officer at my door this morning. My husband came home to me today. My little girl still has her daddy. But some people don't walk away from accidents like this.
So please, let's all be a little more careful.
And let's never ever take for granted the ones we love. Because it's days like this that remind us how very blessed we are to have them.
