The Most Emotional Weekend Yet. 

You guys, this weekend was rough on this hormonal, emotional mama. Friday, I was sitting at work when Cory called. Do you ever have those moments when as soon as you pick up the phone, you know something is wrong? The type of phone call that no mother or wife ever wants to get? Yeah, it was one of those.

His first words were “I was just in a bad wreck. I flipped my truck.” I responded with “Where are you? I’m on my way.” Before I hung up, I did think to ask if he was okay and he said “Yeah, I’m out of my truck.” I hung up the phone, grabbed my purse and ran out of my office…

…only to remember that half of Clemson was shut down due to a triathlon. So I called my mom, who was less than two miles away, and asked her to go until I could get there. She called back when she got there to say he was okay, out of his truck, walking and talking with a paramedic. She reminded me to slow down and take my time getting there. What normally would been a 25-minute drive took me close to 45 minutes and that was the longest 45 minutes of my life, y’all.

As I came up to the scene of the wreck, even though I knew he was okay, I couldn’t help but panic again. Firetrucks where everywhere, traffic was backed up, and his truck was flipped on its side. I found him, wrapped my arms around him and didn’t want to let go.

By the grace of God, Cory walked away from this wreck. It could have been so much worse than it was but his seat belt and the airbags protected him as he flipped and slid about 50 feet.

He had refused to go the hospital at the scene of the wreck because he didn’t want to leave before I got there but I convinced him to get checked out Friday evening. And I’m thankful he went. They were able to give him some medication to help with the soreness and he’s definitely been glad he had them. I think after the initial adrenaline wore off, he realized just how sore he really was and it’s only gotten worse over the weekend.

My boy was in this, y’all.

He was a part of this jumbled up mess of glass, parts of his dashboard and yes, even blueberry pie his grandmother had made. He was pretty upset about the pie. You don’t let a good blueberry pie go to waste like that! You guys, it was evvveerrywherrrre. He was even finding it on himself. Bless it.

Just in case your husband flipping his truck while you are 6 months pregnant is not enough to make you wanna sit down to a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and sob your eyes out, I also had to say goodbye to the home I grew up in Friday evening. {By the way, it doesn’t even look like Cory just flipped his truck hours before, does it?} My parents have had their house on the market for a few months and this past Friday, they closed on my childhood home, had it completely empty and were leaving the key for the next owner. Minus my older sister, we all met up there to say goodbye to the place we’ve all called home over the past 22+ years. The house we’ve now dubbed as “the farm” holds almost all of my childhood memories from roaming around on the 15+ acres we had, exploring the creeks and pond, playing on hay bales, hanging out in the barn with my friends {yes, we did that}, summers in the pool, proms, high school graduation, college graduation, getting married and moving out and of course, we can’t forget that I have spent every single Christmas there, even since Cory and I got married.

But my parents, just being the two of them and my younger sister now, no longer needed this big ‘ole house and since they no longer have horses or cows, the land just became more hassle to keep up. They are both really excited to get into a smaller place, where it doesn’t take all day to clean and the yard can be cut in 30 minutes and I’m so happy that they have found the perfect little house for them. And I can’t forget to mention that it is literally in our neighborhood, one street up. Some people would HATE living so close to their parents but me? I love it! I’ve always been super close to my parents, and so is Cory, so we don’t mind them being almost in our backyard.

By the way, don’t I just have the most beautiful family? I know I’m biased and super sappy after Friday but I’m just so thankful for this group of people. I literally could not do life without them! So, hug your family a little tighter tonight. Tell your husband you love him, kiss him before he leaves, snuggle at night and praise God when he is kept safe. It’s these things we all take for granted but as we learned on Friday, they can be taken away in an instant.

In other news, if you haven’t entered to win my PinkBlush giveaway, make sure you do before it closes on Friday!