Thursday, March 18, 2010
Yesterday, as we stood in the grassy medium between two very busy highways with our four kids, we decided right there we would never ever come back to San Antonio.
The last time we came to San Antonio our car broke down. Nightmare.
Yesterday we were on our way to Sea World. We woke up bright and early. The kids had anticipated this trip for weeks. Right before we were going to take the Sea World exit a lady slammed into the back of our car.
Slammed into our car.
She hit us so hard all the change and belongings in the ash tray were all over the floors of the front seats.
Wrecks are scary.
We did not know what hit us. It happened so fast.
The kids started screaming as Aaron and I took a second to figure out what had happened.
Thankfully Aaron was able to keep our car from hitting the car in front of us. We weren't stopped...traffic was just slowing down when the lady behind us plowed into us.
We are all safe.
The back of the car looks pretty awful.
The lady's car is totaled, but she was fine.
We can't get over how "just like our life" it is that we could literally SEE the Sea World exit where we sat in our wrecked car.
We were so close!
Wrecks are never fun, but this was pretty complicated since we're not in our home town.
We were able to get to our hotel. Our car has been towed. We are still waiting on a rental big enough to hold all six of us and the stuff six people need when they travel.
We did make it to Sea World pretty late yesterday.
We'll go again later today.
Sobering. Wrecks always are. Life is incredibly fragile. We were grateful to all walk away from such a powerful experience.
The night before we left Aaron sat down next to me on the couch and said, "I'm really worried about this trip. The last time we went to San Antonio our car blew up. The last time we went to Wimberly our engine had to be replaced. We're going to both of those places."
We laughed and laughed about how silly he was being.