Has it been three years?
It seems impossible to believe until I look at pictures of Itty Bit from then. And I see how he’s grown. And I realize that I took a million more pictures of him in March 2008
I’m a bit humbled when I try to figure out just what I’ve done with my second chance.
You and I walked away from this.
I spent the evening in the emergency room, then gratefully returned to my family.
You ran through the woods.
Two fatal car accidents pulled the investigating officers away from our collision. It reminded me how much worse it could have been.
We met. I wore a black shirt and tugged at my pants.
You wore an orange jumpsuit and tugged at the handcuffs.
I said the words that I’d lain awake for a week of nights trying to find. I think you understood through my tears.
You threw away your written response and said you were sorry.
I still don’t know you.
You look like me.
And your Father loves you every bit as much.
Did you know your grandfather chased us down in the elevator? He loves you.
He came because he loves you.
And your friend who chased us down leaving the courthouse? She loves you.
She came because she loves you.
Two years is a long time to wear that suit. But I haven’t stopped praying for you. Thinking about you. And wondering if you are living your second chance with a bit more awareness of just how blessed we both are.
Funny how one 50 mph moment can change us.
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