So today is Friday and the kid's weekend away. Carson is here with us because his dad had to work, but Kendal is in Columbia until Monday. I hate it for Carson's dad, but I am happy C is with us this weekend, especially since he is sick. Although it is nice getting a "break", I won't ever be completely happy that they are gone. There are a lot of things about them having a whole other "life" so to speak that bother me, but that would be a full year of blog posts if I began to list those in detail. [which means I would probably finish in 10 lol]

Kendal and I have been doing the driving deal every other weekend now for almost 6 years [half way to Columbia]. After we moved to Charleston we have had to drive all the way to Columbia to meet his dad, so that works out nicely for Kendal's dad. [ugh] =) If we aren't driving to Columbia every other weekend, it seems that we are back in Greenville. Basically we do A LOT of driving. It is always sobering passing a cross on the road, or [as aggrivating as it is] being stuck in traffic and delayed for hours then passing the horrific accident that stalled everyone for so long. At that moment, it seems like all of the annoyance and aggrivation of the last hour in the car is nothing compared to the loss that particular family will be suffering for the rest of their lives. I specifically remember one REALLY bad storm that I was driving through on the way to drop the kids off one night. I was in the left lane, thankfully slowed down more than normal because of the rain, and I suddenly realized there was a huge branch laying on the road in front of me. I was able to slow down enough where I didn't do any damage to the car, but I had no choice at that point. It was either drive into the other lane and hit the car next to me or swerve off of the road. After I passed it, I was wanting so badly to tell everyone behind me because I just knew that someone was going to get in an accident because of it. Sure enough, on the way back home, a vehicle was flipped upside down in the trees between the Highway. I felt so sick, and I just knew in my heart that was where the branch was. To this day I will never know the details of that accident, but I know that could have very well been me.

Late last night I was commenting on a FB friends status, and she explained to me that the meaning behind it was because of a friends death earlier in the week due to a car accident. Her friend left behind 3 young children and a husband. Some of you might have seen my status asking to pray about it earlier today. I can't imagine going through something like that. But even the reality of it happening hit home again tonight while Brad and the kids were out on the road.

In the 6 years that we have been driving back and forth every other weekend, we have not had one incident; whether it be a flat tire, a broken down car, running out of gas, or an accident. As I sit here tonight, safety on the road and traveling mercies are what I am thankful for!!