Wake up Call for Christmas

Yesterday I awoke with 100 things running through my mind. Presents to wrap and deliver, primary binders still needing to be put together, goodies to be made for neighborhood parties and so many things. At church I was grouchy trying to organize in my head how to accomplish all these things, so grouchy that I snapped at Kim for rubbing my shoulders. (I know Kim told me that any woman alive would pay good money for him to rub thier shoulders. He is so good for me when I get all uptight on him.) After church I had meetings so I barked orders at my kids to put this in that car and this in that truck as I hurried in to meetings. All through the meeting I heard my kids being loud and crazy and then I would hear my neibor trying to quiet them down. When I finally got out of meetings, I was getting after the kids for being loud and disrespectful in the church house. Kim was helping to find all the kids and thier shoes and coats. I had had it and was just barking out orders again to "just get in the stinkin' car!" We finally got on the road, Kim in his truck with Dakota, Kade & Kassidy and me in the suburban with Kennedy and Kort. I stop at the stop sign and I can't see Kim. I wait and wait. No Kim. I call his phone no answer. I turn around just in time to see his truck in the gutter. My first thought is that he was trying to spin cookies and slipped off of the road. But no there is another car right in front of him. As I get closer I realize that there has been an accident. Right there time stopped and it didn't matter who was mean at church, how many things I had to do, how tired I was. I pulled up and Kim was walking in the road, but I couldn't see any kids. My heart sank and then I saw that they were trying to get out of the pickup. Only one of the four doors actually would open. Out stepped Kade, Kassidy & Dakota-all in tears- but not hurt just scared. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry those are the words in my heart as I realized what the last words I had spoken to my children and husband were. Whoever is reading this, stop and go hug the loved ones in your life, because yesterday I learned a lesson. People not things should be foremost in our mind. It doesn't matter how many neighbor gifts get made and delivered this year, not really. It doesn't matter if your goodies at the party are the best on the table, not really. It does matter that your husband and kids know that you love them and that they are the most important thing in the whole world. I love my husband so very much. We have the best time together and he helps me so much. Do we have our problems, you bet. But I can't imagine my life without him. I love my kids and sometimes there is so many physical things to do that I don't teach them or love them enough. They are the world to me. Have a Merry Christmas and go hug your family!