I really didn't want to post about this, because it's embarrassing, and scary, and makes me feel so vulnerable, but I decided I want this story included in our blog history (and maybe someone can learn from my mistakes). Shortly after coming to Washington I kept having this feeling that we should try harder to remember to lock our car door. Casey's family's house is tucked away up on a hill, so I wasn't worried about someone breaking in, but I was nervous about Bennett playing in the car. The weather hadn't been too hot, so I wasn't that concerned, but I would try to lock it when I could. I thought several times about asking Casey to be sure to lock the doors, but never did. Then one day as Miles was napping and I was doing school work with Porter and Maya, Peggy went into the computer room and noticed that the hazard lights on our van were flashing. She told me they were on and that someone had probably gotten hold of my keys and pushed the panic button. I wasn't too worried because I though Bennett was in the back yard playing with the sand and stones as Casey worked. I finished up school and went out to the car. As I walked out I noticed the doors were locked, and thought "good I remembered to lock them", then I had a feeling that I should look in the windows, I looked in the front window, then in the back. When I looked in the back window I saw Bennett laying in the floor, I banged on the window, and received no response. He had locked himself in the van and wasn't able to get out (and this was a super hot day). I ran into the house grabbed the keys and ran back out to the car. By the time I got out to the car Benny had started crying, so I opened the door and grabbed him. He was soaked in sweat and a little sleepy for the rest of the evening, but ok. I just kept thinking how luck we were. Had he not turned on the hazards, had Peggy not happened to go into the computer room at just the right time, or had I not looked in the back window, our whole lives would have changed. It would have been disastrous. I am grateful to have a Heavenly Father who loves us so much he is willing to give us second chances. I wasn't as attentive to the prompting to lock the car doors as I should have been, but I was given a second chance, I am recommitting myself to listen the first time. If I would have listened the first time I could have skipped this whole frightening ordeal.
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