The first tears of joy…

My daughter’s cast came off yesterday. He appointment was at 3. At the last minute, I decide to drop the boys off with mom so it will just be me and my daughter. I wasn’t running late but I wanted her appointment to be earlier around 1 but they had nothing so I settled for 3p.m. . A sniper or a copy-cat sniper took aim on the 5th Ave. road that we us to take us into Hammond. Had I got her 1p.m. appointment we both would have been in great danger. As we drove, I saw the channel 5 van interviewing the victim and wondered what was going on. We used the street to get to Hammond but on the way back, it was blocked off and I had to use the 15th Ave. street to get home. At that time, I STILL didn’t know what was going on. James told me they had probably found a body and I watched the news for any info. They reported a sniper attack and I dropped my cereal. It was Frosted Flakes and it was good too. But God moved in ways I’ll never know. I went and hugged my kids and thanked God for allowing me to watch over them and for blessing me with them. My only little girl would be lost to the world at the age of 3 soon to be 4. I finally realized how precious life was. I still don’t regret all the abortions but I realized how precious MY kids lives were and that’s the important thing. The semester is less than a month away and I have my schduele so let’s see where this semester will take me.                   Bisous, mon amie.