Thursday, March 10, 2011

Lost and Found

A couple days ago I lost Luke. Or at least I thought I lost Luke. We searched everywhere, called the neighbors, had friends helping us look for him, and even called 911. I was a mess. A total mess. 20 minutes can seem like a lifetime when your child is missing. The worst thoughts were going through my head.

Then we found him. Where? Sound asleep in our house, completely buried by couch cushions. Brek called out that he found him and I burst into tears. It's funny how we do that sometimes. I should have been jumping for joy, but the emotions I had been feeling all came to a head. And I sobbed.

After we found him, I felt overcome with emotion. For two reason. First, I was SO grateful that he was safe! I couldn't imagine life without my Luke. Second, I was so grateful for good friends and neighbors who jumped to help the moment they knew he was missing. One friend ran up and down the canal bank looking for him. Another got in her car and began searching and asking people. Several neighborhood kids joined my kids in the search.

I am so blessed. I am surrounded by the most amazing people. People who I love, admire, and respect. I am so grateful for my family. I am so grateful for good friends. At the end of the day, not much else matters.