The Delicious Life: I am thankful

While driving home from an awesome day of shopping on Saturday with my mom and sister, we got a little lost. While making a left hand turn we were t-boned by a negligent driver. Cue the scariest moment of my life, easily topping the time I nearly downed in a whirlpool in Belize. My sister was thirty-six weeks very pregnant. All three of us were rushed to the hospital. After some harrowing hours strapped to a board, pricked with needles, collared, and x-rayed we were all released. I am so thankful.

I am thankful that my sister and nascent nephew are ok. I watched in the seconds following impact as my sister held her stomach and prayed. She spoke to the baby, calling him by his name and telling him to stay put. If there was an award for bravery, I think I would have handed it happily to her that evening.

I am thankful for my mother, who was driving the car and kept her wits about her just long enough to steer us out of danger before having a complete meltdown. My mom was so concerned with whether or not we were ok, when the Paramedic asked if she was ok; she said, "I don't know. She had already taken a picture of the other driver's plates, called my dad and brother-in-law but had not stopped for a moment to assess whether she had been injured.

I am thankful for my dad, who was so worried he couldn't come up with the hospital directions for my other younger sister. You have to understand, my dad's super human power is giving directions. His comic book alter ego's costume would feature a map across the chest. He arrived, nervous around the eyes, speaking calm and encouraging words.

I am thankful for my other younger sister, who utilized her GPS and arrived shortly after my dad. Still dressed in her dance rehearsal clothes. She offered jokes and her signature cool take on the situation.

Today was the first time I've driven a car since the accident and it was nerve wrecking. The first left hand turn at a major intersection carried with it a certain amount of anxiety, but I know I have to focus on where I am going and not where I have been.

We were able to walk away from the accident bruised and sore, but alive. This post's pictures are not about fashion or food but rather the thing that matters more than trunk sales and salted caramels: Family.