We left four kids at a friend's house and headed to the grocery store.
The mom joked if we weren't back in 48 hours, she would sell the kids.
We advised her that Fritz should fetch a good price, since he was a good worker.
Ten minutes later, we were nearly hit head on by a driver who inexplicably crossed into our lane.
As Bill calmly got back on the road, I asked him, "How's your adrenaline level?"
"Oh, it's pumping," he replied.
Mine was, too. It's amazing to me how in those split seconds there isn't time to think. You just react. After a minute, I was able to thank God for His protection. I think, had we been hit, I might not have thought to pray.
My friend assured me she wouldn't really have sold the kids.
It's small wonder that my husband was pondering heavy topics last night. Lest you think I have the emotional maturity of a 12 year old, I'd like to say that I don't always break out in song when discussing death.
I only do it when it's funny.