She was driving slow. which she didn't ushually do. Espically not on this drive. She was aware that the roads were clearing up, but she could still feel the snow out there, on the sides of the road in piles.
Made her nervous.
Coming up over the hill near cedar city, she was thinking pretty petty thoughts about petty things.
The squeaking of the back window and how much it annoyed her.
The money she didn't have but kept spending.
The ever growing number on the scale.
Potentially awkward situations that might arise in the next two weeks and
how she always said or did the wrong things..
she had stopped singing along to the music about an hour ago. In fact, she had no idea why but at that moment, she reached up and turned the music down. Not off, but down. Just as she did this she began to fish tail. She looked down. 35 mph. She was going to be okay? She eased on the break ever so gently.. she kept sliding. The truck in the next lane sped up and passed her, she continued to slide. Her grip tightened around the wheel but she didn't panic (very unlike her). The car started to spin as if someone picked it up by the back wheels and was turning it around. She was no longer in control. Before she knew it, she was facing the direction she was coming from just a moment ago. Heart pounding. There were no cars around. A miracle? Her shaking hand reached down and put the car in reverse, she turned slowly and drove south once again. Cars fell back in lines behind her. They didn't even know what just happened to her. No one did. She was shaking. She was no longer thinking about petty things..
Later that day, when she held her newest baby nephew for the first time, and kissed his tiny fingers, she was glad she was there.
Later that week when she sat eating pizza with the people she loved the most in the world, she was glad she was there.
Later still as she listened to music the the smokey bar and danced her little shoes off with some of her oldest and closest friends, she was glad she was there..
There were lots of things she was glad she was there for.
And as the year changed from 2007 into 2008 she remembered, '8 is my lucky number. I am lucky. I am happy.'
2008 is going to be great.
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Well, Em, I guess the drive was a bit more than I thought it was ... just glad you made it both directions safely...it meant the world to us to have you celebrate the holidays together...LOVE YOU!!
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