It All Started With A Crash...

Our weekend, that is. Quite literally.

Thank God it was picture day at Lexie's preschool. Because of that, I gave myself more time to get her ready, and we left the house earlier than usual.



Thank God.

I was gone from the house a grand total of 15 minutes. As I turned onto our road, I was greeted with this:



That is my garage. Just moments before the car hit, Lexie had been standing in that exact location. Lily was in the car. Thank God we left when we did.

It was honestly surreal. I thought I was dreaming as I turned into my driveway. It took a few seconds to register that there was a car crashed into my house and a police car in my driveway.

I backed into our neighbor's driveway and just sat there in shock, as Lily screamed in the background. I never, in a million years, expected to see that. Our house sits on a hill!!! Everybody was shocked when they heard, because they couldn't even imagine how it could possibly happen. I've now learned to expect ANYTHING!

After the anger hit, I realized it could have been much worse, and thanked God for keeping my family safe. But still...that's my HOUSE!

The driver was a young adult (he wasn't injured), and he had to have been flying. He wiped out the mailbox, which is way across the street, drove over a ditch, lost his wheel, drove across the road, up our hilly yard toward our house, was in the air at one point, and then drove down the hill into our driveway. If the angle had been any different, he would have driven into our house.

He left a fantastic path of destruction. A broken mailbox, a torn up yard, a broken garbage can, and then totaled our garage door. Thank goodness we had a stone retaining wall, because that's what kept him from taking out the corner of the house.

And now we're left with this until the insurance company fixes it:



Friday was truly awful, but I keep reminding myself that it could have been much worse. I'm trying not to think of the what ifs. Thank God for keeping us safe!