We never truly realize how fast things can get stolen from us. How we get too comfortable with the way our lives are that we forget how quickly it can be taken from us. This past Friday something traumatic happened to my family, a unexpected painful thing that didn’t end in horribly tragic way but enough to open our eyes to the gift that we’ve been given. Friday the 13th no doubt... It was a normal day, my fiancé and our three babies ran errands like any other day. He headed to work, like any normal day, 6:30 that evening he headed out the door. An hour later on the Dot, I receive a phone call. He was in a car accident and was at the hospital.. My heart stopped. I knew that hearing his voice means that he’s alive but I needed the validation that we wasn’t severely injured. The next thing I knew a ding and a picture of the car, totaled, rubble, I mean how did he walk away alive? Mangled. The thought continued to rush through my mind, my kids still have their father, yes, he is al...