Angels...

Angels have been watching over us today...and I wish I knew why WE were lucky enough to have them with us TODAY...

Here's how it all started...

Zig and a few buddies got up bright and early this morning to go golfing. Since the weather was supposed to be perfect, they decided to go early, so that Zig could still get home in time to trim our trees - a job we've been putting off for weeks! Luckily, his golfing buddies volunteered to come help with the trees after they golfed, since these trees aren't little saplings, but HUGE old trees!

While he was away, Grammy Kathy arrived and we had BLAST together! We headed into town to do some shopping at the Bon-Ton and JCPenney's, then met up with Aunt Stephanie and cousins Zoe and Marlee for lunch!

While sitting down for lunch, the nice lady in the booth next to us started to "ooh" and "awww" at Brooke - and then said "How old is HE?" Um, what? He? Granted, she was in a turquoise blue shirt, but CLEARLY a girl! Not to mention that the shirt said, IN PINK "one cute girl!"

Moments later, the nice lady left and a new family with two young kids sat down beside us... He also noticed the two cutie pie little girls in high chairs and said, "Look Mommy! A sister and a BROTHER!" Um, what? EXCUSE ME PEOPLE! She is a GIRL!!!

Aunt Stephanie decided that these two reasons were the PERFECT sign that it was time to pierce Brookie's ears! As shocking as this sounds (especially for me) we've been talking about this for quite some time... It's something I wanted to do, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Stephanie has had both of the girls' ears pierced from a very early age - but I took a little more convincing! I was worried about the usual things - the pain for Brooke, her reaction, infection, Brooke pulling them out of her ears, etc.

Long story short, I stood in the OIP parking lot as Aunt Stephanie scooped Brooke out of my arms, passed Marlee to me and drove away with my daughter to Wal-Mart! I literally cried. Real tears.

Meanwhile, Grammy Kathy and I took Marlee to the Emergency Room - since Great-Grammy Joyce had just been taken there in the ambulance! She had suddenly gotten really sick at home and was rushed off to the ER, so we all went into make sure she was OK. Marlee wasn't too happy about being there, so we decided to pack up and bring her back to my house.
She was much happier here. Grammy rocked her to sleep and she took a wonderful nap in Brookie's crib.

While we waited for Aunt Stephanie to arrive with a PIERCED Brookie, Grammy tried on all of her new clothes in the living room...
Zig and his friends were in the yard working with the trees.
Travis walks in the house.
I heard him rooting around in the kitchen, so I asked him what he needed.
He (without any panic in his voice) says, "Zig just fell out of the tree. I need a wet paper towel."

Imagine my terror! I looked out the kitchen window - and even though I thought Travis was joking - there sat my husband, white as a ghost and bleeding!
Not only had he fallen close to 20 feet from the tree, but he was holding a running CHAIN SAW.
Both of his arms are scraped raw and he has a huge, deep blade slice in his thigh.
Apparently, one of the branches he was trying to cut split from the tree and knocked the ladder out from under Zig and down he went.

This could have been really bad. I could have lost my husband today.
My mind has been racing all afternoon and I can't even really focus on the reality of all of this.
What if he had landed differently - not on his side, but on his neck or head...?
What if the saw had come down on him?
What if he would have lost a limb?

I can't face what could have happened today - I love him too much to even process those thoughts.
I do know this - there were angels with him on that ladder today.
A beautiful angel slowed his fall and gave that saw a push in the other direction.
God and His angels know that I can't live this life without Zig...and they spared us today.

Zig really had the wind knocked out of him when he fell -
His nerves got to him and he started throwing up. That scared us and made us worry that maybe something else was wrong - but with a few cold towels and a few sips of water (and emptying that belly) his color started coming back and he was joking with me... My Ziggy was OK!

After I could finally breathe again - I FLEW to CVS for some supplies... Gauze, tape, wrap, neosporin, peroxide, the works! The kid at the register said "Did you, like, beat someone up or something?" Nope - my husband - just fell out of a tree! Have a great day!

Somewhere in the middle of this excitement, Brooke returned, fast asleep on her Aunt Stephanie's shoulder, with beautiful diamond earrings sparkling from each ear! I cried! Partly from how adorable she looked, and partly because it struck me that we were lucky today - lucky that Daddy was alright and that we were all 3 still together...

The day ended with supper at Nana and Pap's. Grammy joined us and we enjoyed the warm weather in Rolling Hills...
It was a long day, so we came home early for tub and bed time... She's fast asleep as I type...

I'm one lucky lady.
As unfortunate as its been for us to have lost a few very important people in our lives over the last few years, I guess we should be glad that they're 'up there' and watching over us.

I love my husband more than words could ever do justice on this blog.
I've loved him from the first second I laid eyes on him at the Burnham Pool in 1998.
Whether our love is supposed to last forever on this earth or transcend through our eternal life in Heaven, he's the best part of me and the reason that I'm me...

There really are angels watching over us...
I believe that today, more than ever...