It was the little trip to Columbia. Or should I say, the trip HOME from Columbia that was tricky.
She wasn't even born when I got it.
Halloween 2009, our family was the Wizard of Oz.
I wasn't sure, at first, who was going to be the lion, Dorothy, scarecrow, etc. And I picked up a little Lion outfit for $5. Brian ended up being the Lion. Evelyn the pint-size Scarecrow, me the pregnant Tin-Man and Carlisle, Dorothy.
We still all want to eat her up.
And Evelyn's princess dress that we purchased for her somehow was 5 sizes too large. That's what I get for shopping for Halloween outfits with all of the girls. How did I misread that tag?
My Mom 'Ohs and Ah's' at their costumes. I look down at my girls. Oh Boy.
Evelyn - a freezing cold Snow Princess
Carlisle - Super Girl
Vivian - the snuggly dressed Lion.
Carlisle said 'I am Super Girl, who saves the sweet Princess from the mean Lion!'
We all look down at the 'mean' lion and laugh.
There's another family costume, for Halloween 2011, in the works....
Only days away now.
Brian and I had to drive separate to Columbia.
For some reason a thought slipped through my mind as I was driving Saturday night. It was in and out again. But as it went through my mind I chewed on it for a split second.
I immediately slow down as I think to myself...I really hope my wheels will straddle this deer.
And I, with my little girls behind me, plow head on. Into the deer.
The sound of running over a massive deer, at 65+ miles an hour, is awful. The sound jars everyone in the car. The girls are speechless, I think.
Or maybe I am speechless.
It's a sound that is hard to describe, and one that may give my little ones bad dreams for a while.
Then it's over. I drive on.
I know I can't stop. There are cars in front of me. Behind me.
It happens so quickly.
I look in the mirror. The car that was directly behind me slows down to a creep. He probably never saw what he ran over, or maybe just a flash of deer, just moments after I ran over it. Maybe he just saw the aftermath...the guts and yuck.
Unbelievably, I drive on. I call Brian immediately. He asks me all the questions. Wants to know how the car is driving.
'Everything is really fine....no rattling or shaking...except me.'
I explain to the girls how God has protected us. Carlisle prays and I thank the Lord over and over for keeping us safe.
|Psa 37:28||For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. They will be protected forever.|
The girls start asking questions. Questions about the car, the deer and whether the deer will go to heaven. These questions continue until the moment they lay their heads on their pillow, one hour later.
We pull into our driveway and I have an irrational fear that I have dragged this deer carcass home. Of course, no carcass. But there is something.
Splattered across the car is hair...fur...blood...guts...and the most nauseating smell that has entered my nostrils since becoming pregnant.
It's so late. I am trying to unload the girls and our over night bags so I can get them quickly to bed.
The smell....oh my gosh. DEATH. I am dry heaving, with my hand over my mouth to catch whatever is going to come flying at any second.
Carlisle walks into the garage to help with the bags. She smells it too. Ok, it's not just the pregnant girl.
It's overwhelming. Something has to be done.
I pack all three EXTREMELY sleepy girls back in the rancid car and go to the carwash.
I push the button beside DELUXE wash. I'm hoping wheels and undercarriage is covered in the deluxe.
I pull in. It turns on. I'm embarrassed to say that I think I haven't washed my car much in my girls life. They squeel, laugh and are so delighted by the car wash...all of them, that I video their reaction.
We are all laughing.
Best $9 I have spent.
|Psa 121:7||The LORD will keep you from all harm--he will watch over your life.|
|Dancing with my babers.|