Maybe you’ve had one of those…take your breath away…fleeting moments of pure fear and panic...everything is okay, but for a moment it wasn’t.
Had one of those last night.
Typical routine at my house, before I go to bed I peek in the kid’s room and check on them. I tiptoe into baby Zoe’s room and peek into the crib, if I’m brave enough, I’ll lean down and kiss her cheek.
Than into the big kid’s room that they share…looked at my 5 year old, Emily, the only time she is ever still, sleeping on her unicorn pillow pet…
And then Andy…where’s Andy? Rip off the comforter…no Andy…look in his sister’s bed again…no Andy. Look in my bed…NO ANDY…panicking running through the house now…checking closets and cabinets NO ANDY…wondering can he unlook the door? Would he have snuck outside?
Ran back upstairs to do a second check…look under the bunk beds…
Andy…curled up with the dust and his security blanket. SIGH OF RELIEF!