Minor Heart Attack on the Hippo front

Today started out so innocently. Aurelia and I went to her preschool for an orientation, then to the doctors to get her shot records and physical form filled out. Afterward, we decided to change clothes and have lunch with Daddy.
Less than a mile from our home I heard a strange noise and looked in the rearview mirror to check it out. That is when I saw my tutu clad daughter sitting in and covered with broken glass. The window on her side of the van had been shattered by a projectile (most likely from the mowing being done in the median). I was able to pull off to the side of the road and call 911 before totally losing it. Once I knew help was on the way, I got in the car from the other side to avoid traffic and removed her from her seat. Large chunks of glass still hung from the window frame and I was certain there was going to be a trip to the ER and stitches. But friends, I am here to tell you, that girl had not one single solitary scratch on her entire body. She was frightened when she picked up on my stress, but otherwise unscathed. My mind raced with possibilities of what COULD have happened, but I am focusing on what DIDN"T happen instead. How grateful I am.

So this evening, I held her a little closer. I kissed her a little more. And Mrs. Roboto cried alot today.