The only family picture I got and none of us are looking at my camera
One thing I wish I had pictures of happened on the way home. We had a crazy wreck on the interstate above Montgomery and neither one of us understand how we are all alive. Two cars in front of us hit each other and we lost control trying to miss them, spun across the north bound lanes, slid backwards about 100 yards in the median and wound up nose-down in a pretty deep culvert. I know that God was taking care of us through all of it. None of us were hurt, no one hit us, amazingly, and we didn't flip over, which no one who saw it happen could figure out. So many wonderful people stopped to help us, and the man that owned the local tow truck company was right behind us and saw us have the wreck. Jon and I didn't think we would ever be able to drive our car again, and somehow the man pulled it out for us and got it back on the road. It had been resting on the front bumper at a 45 degree angle with the front wheels off the ground. We drove it home like almost nothing was wrong with it. (Go buy a Yukon!) We feel so blessed and I can't help thinking about how differently it could have turned out. The girls didn't even cry--it was like a strange peace just came over them. I even looked over while they were trying to pull the car out and a fireman was standing there holding Lilly and she was just as calm as she has ever been. When we got back in the car we asked her what she was talking to the fireman about and she said, "Um, I'm Lilly and I'm three." Thank you God for taking care of my babies.