So, I was going to catch up on some posts tonight, but on the way home, my littlest darling ran ahead of me, and out of sight, decided to cross the road by our home. Which is not a busy road, but cars race down the hill on the way to the park, and race up - Britannia Rd cars have the right of way - so they don't stop. So, I saw littlest one disappear behind the hedge, and his sister standing on the corner, and I yelled 'stop' as I do to tell them again to stop there (because they love running ahead of me to the corner), and then as I got near, there he was. Across the road. Standing on the corner. At first I couldn't believe my eyes. Then I realized that my 3 year old had just crossed Britannia Road by himself.
So now that the daily stuff has gone on and dinner is over and little ones tucked up in bed, everything that could have happened keeps crowding into my mind. Rush hour, and there's almost always cars going up and down. How did the road happen to be empty at that minute? He says he looked and no cars. I say, angels.
So I'm going to go say thank you again to all the spirits and angels looking out for him out there that he is safe and sound, and kiss both my darlings on the tops of their sleeping heads, and I'll write about books and things tomorrow.