On Tuesday, March 6, 2007, I was involved in a miracle. So much of it is clear like it was yesterday and yet, sometimes I feel like it was all a dream.
I still remember the taste of the homemade pasta salad that I had for lunch around noon on March 6, 2007. I have not made that recipe since. I also
remember the chocolate chip cookie I had. I’m sure it was a pregnancy must-have, as I was about 6 months along with my baby girl.
It’s funny the things we remember sometimes.
At 1:00 p.m. I took a little nap while 3 year old son, rested quietly in his room. It was a very good nap because I overslept by 5 or 10 minutes. When I woke it was past 2:00 p.m.and it was time to go get my oldest daughter from Kindergarten.
Because I was a little behind schedule, I rushed my little son out the door. I later thought what would have happened if I had left at my usual time . . . but I try not to think that way. It’s useless and doesn’t change anything.
March 6, was a BEAUTIFUL spring day in Little Rock, Arkansas! No jacket was needed. The sun was out, birds were chirping. I decided to leave our car at the Otter Creek Park that was just down the street from my daughter’s school (Otter Creek Elementary). Since it was a nice day, I knew the kids would enjoy a little walk and some time at the park. I had just enough time to get there before the school bell rang.
As usual, I clasped my son’s small hand with my right hand. I always wanted him to be on the side that was furthest from the busy street—I’m kind of a safety freak. We strolled peacefully on the sidewalk together talking about 3 year old things, like Buzz Lightyear and race cars. As we approached the bridge that crossed over the big Otter Creek ditch, I noticed a small butterfly fluttering in the clump of trees next to the bridge.
“Look, a butterfly. The bugs are starting to come out,” I said pointing to the trees.
That moment is that last thing I remembered . . .