That moment that you never thought would happen. If I was four I might have loved to see a firetruck and ambulance pull up to my house, but not today. Perhaps the worst is over but the feeling still remains. How on earth?
The worst part is that my brothers and I all show how worried we are in totally different ways. My little brothers are sitting on the couch playing Rock Band while the paramedics filed in. I just want to shake them really hard, then maybe they will notice what is going on and react visibly? But they do notice, they just are processing it differently. I wonder though, at times like these, do they realize that dad may be in danger? They aren't trying to help or anything. But at least they aren't being counterproductive!
Praying for peace. I know that God is taking care of him, so I wont let myself spiral into a tizzy. My heart just needs to calm down.
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