Momma,

I laid in bed last night not able to sleep because I was thinking of you. Has it really been 14 years since we lost you? Sometimes it seems like it was just yesterday and other times it's hard for me to believe that I ever even knew you. The few memories that I have of you almost seem like a distant, wonderful dream. I can still remember that day so clearly. The day you left this world. I remember being in my second grade class. The office secretary came over the intercom and told my teacher to send me to the office. She told me to bring all of my things because I wouldn't be coming back to class. I have to admit that at first I was a little excited, getting checked out of school was usually a lot of fun for me. It didn't even cross my mind that I was getting checked out because I had lost you. Because I had lost my best friend. I will never forget seeing dad and Matt through the glass windows to the elementary school office. Matt had his hood on and his head was hanging in his hands. Dad was trying so hard to look like everything was ok. But I knew. Even as a 7 year old I could tell something was wrong. And I knew just what it was.

I constantly wish you were here. I try and imagine what my life would be like with you in it. What would it be like to have a mom to call up anytime I want? I know that if you were here we would talk every day and you would know everything about my life. I know that we would be close not just as mother and daughter, but as friends. Now that I am a wife I try and think like you would, because I want to be just like you. I hope that one day I can be the wife to my husband that you were to dad and the mom to my children that you were to me. You were the absolute best. I sometimes wonder if you would be proud of the person that I am today. I hope so. It hurts me to think that I have already spent more of my earthly life without you than I have with you. I hate that my husband doesn't even know you and that my babies will never meet their grandmother. But for now, I will have to live with that. I am so grateful for the plan of salvation that allows me to be with you again. I can't wait to be reunited with you, ma. What a wonderful day that will be! Until then I will be thinking of you always and missing you every day. 

Love you for ever,

Ang

Finals week...

Today was the beginning of my dreaded finals week. Well, it actually wasn't too dreaded. I have been looking forward to this week because that means the end of the semester. I have to admit though, my week didn't start out at all how I imagined it. 

The past little while Matt has been having some back pain and I finally convinced him that he needed to go to the doctor. His appointment was at 9 this morning and since we only have one car his mom said that she could pick him up and take him while I headed to Provo to knock out a couple of finals. I was literally walking into the building where I had my final when Matt called me. I asked him how the appointment went and he told me it didn't go so well.. apparently the doctor took an x-ray and found out that Matt's right lung was collapsing. He was on his way to the hospital where he was going to have to have surgery. Well of course I freaked out. I immediately started bawling and ditched my final to be at the hospital with my Matty. 

Apparently it's a genetic thing and common in tall skinny guys. So we got him checked in to the hospital about noon and waited around until 6:30ish when the doctor came to do the surgery. The whole surgery only lasted about 30 minutes. They had to take a tube and insert it in his chest. The tube will stay in him for the next 2-3 days and will slowly suck out all of the air that has been compressed around his lungs. His sweet mom was at the hospital all day with us and she actually stayed in the room for the surgery (unfortunately, my weak stomach could never ever handle that). She said that as soon as they inserted the tube she could hear the hissing sound of the air being released. Crazy.

Matt was out for about an hour after the surgery. When he woke up and started talking he was hilarious. The first thing he said to me was "I am now more machine than man." and then his head hit the pillow and he was out again. Then he woke back up and asked me to raise his bed so that he could talk to "his people" and let them know that they were in danger. 

This has been the longest most emotional day of my life but I am so so grateful for the peace and comfort that my Heavenly Father blessed me with. I am grateful for priesthood blessings and worthy males who can administer them. I am grateful for the power of prayer and that I can use it any time. I am so grateful for all of the family members who prayed for him and called and texted with their concerns. I am so grateful for my husband. Even though he wasn't close to death today I had a lot of time to reflect about our lives together. He is so wonderful. He makes me happier than I could ever imagine and I look forward to many, many more happy years with him.

One Day

Have you ever seen a movie that just really effected you? Maybe I am the only one but sometimes I will see a movie that I just think about for days and days and cannot get out of my head. I haven't had it happen since I saw 500 Days of Summer, but it happened the other night. Me and Matt went to his parent's house for dinner and his is mom, Dodi, said that she had watched a movie the other night that was a real "tear jerker". Anyone who really knows me knows that I am a sucker for tear jerkers. I don't know why. My dad always used to say to me "Why would you watch things that make you sad when there are enough sad things in life already?" He's right. Life can be really tough on its own so I'm not sure why I would spend my time watching something that is written specifically to be sad. It's bad too because I always get super depressed when I watch sad movies or listen to sad songs. I always put myself in the situation of the main characters and apply what is going on in the movie to the people that I love. I guess I have a serious love/hate relationship with sad movies. I think it's a relationship that I need to end. Like, seriously. But anyway, last night I didn't think about how unhealthy this relationship might be. As soon as I heard my mother in law say the words "tear jerker" both Matt and I knew there was nothing that could stop me from watching that movie.

I can't really recommend the movie because there were some themes in it that are a little offensive. But it is a really cool idea. It shows this relationship between two friends throughout a span of 20 years and it shows their ups and downs and how they progress together. When it ended I was so sad. I cried and cried. I would calm myself down and then think about it again and cray all over. The next day I watched the trailer like 5 times and cried some more. Anyway, if you are looking for something to make you cry, check it out. Matt liked it too so it isn't a complete chick flick...

one reason for every year

So Friday was my sweetie's birthday. He turned 22. I feel bad posting this a couple of days late. I wanted to post this on his birthday but these past couple of days have been crazy busy. Matt's birthday was such a good one. I will post more about that some day. Right now I just want to talk about the reasons why I love my Matty. I could give a million reasons but today, in honor of him being 22, I am going to give 22 reasons why I am so dang in love with Matthew John Weiler.

(In no particular order)....

22. His singing voice. He always says he has the worst voice but I LOVE when he sings to me. Sometimes I'm even lucky enough to have him sing me to sleep. Is there a better way to fall asleep?
21. He is so creative. He writes songs, raps, paints, draws, does photoshop, writes. His mind is amazing. Sometimes I wish I had it (ok I wish I had it all the time. I'm the opposite of creative)
20. He puts up with all of my crazy. For example, a few days ago I found out that out of all of my siblings living out of state NO ONE is coming for Christmas. I literally laid in my bed and bawled for 30 minutes or more. Matt laid next to me, held me in his arms, wiped my tears away, and did and said everything he could to make me happy.
19. Speaking of Christmas, I don't think I know anyone that loves it more than he does. And I really love that.
18. He's the handsomest guy I could ever dream of. I love his eyes and his smile and his hair and his tall 6'4'' body. I love EVERYTHING about him! I could stare at him always.
17. He is so cute with kids. Both with his nephews and mine. Kids just love him. I know that he will be the best dad ever.
16. He supports me in anything that I aspire to do. Whether it be baking, learning to sew, decorating our house, doing well in school, or anything else you can imagine. He is my number one fan.
15. Sometimes when I am in a bad mood he will say a joke and try and make me laugh. Sometimes it works and I laugh and all is well but other times I don't crack so easily.  When that happens he tells the same joke (sometimes in different variations) over and over until I finally laugh at him trying so hard. I really do love it. It's hilarious.
14. I love that he really is my very best friend. We will get laughing so hard when we are with each other and we have the greatest time when we are together.
13. When things really suck in my life, he is the one and only who makes them better. Whether it's with advice he gives or through his humor, he always finds a way to make me feel like things are better than I think they are.
12. He is always trying to find ways to make me happy. He is constantly going out of his way to make my life a little bit easier and much happier.
11. He is willing to try anything with me. Even if it's singing a song on a karaoke stage that neither of us really know just because I was dying to sing it. (Don't you want me.... haha)
10. He is such a hard worker and won't rest if there is something that needs to be done. I know that I will be taken care of for the rest of my life because of him.
9. He loves Harry Potter with me
8. Whenever he does something, it doesn't matter if it's for school or work or church or just as a hobby, he puts his whole heart in to it and does his best in every area of his life.
7. He makes me feel like a million bucks every single day.
6. Family is so important to him. I know that no matter how busy he gets, he will always make time for me and other family members.
5. He lets me cry, vent, laugh, complain, and gossip to him.
4. He's a dog person. That says a lot, right? (just kidding cat people. You're cool too.)
3. In all the years that I have known him I have never felt stupid or uncomfortable around him. He has a way of putting me right at ease. Which really is saying a lot because I will be the first to admit that I can be a big ball of crazy sometimes.
2. I love that way that he treats his mom and sisters. He's a sweetheart to them and as long as we have been dating that is something I have looked for. He is just a sweetheart.
1. He has such a great testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I know that he will stay close to the truth always and that he will help me to as well. He helps me to be to be my best self and makes me want to be my best self. He took me to the temple to be sealed for time and all eternity and that is the greatest gift I could ever want.

Happy birthday my love. I look forward to spending many more birthdays together.

10 reasons why Matt and I aren't being Rosemary's baby for Halloween

For the past two Halloween's I have been dying to have Matt get home from his mission so that we could do an awesome couple costume together.  Seriously Matt was back for probably a week when I told him that we had to start thinking of what we could be for Halloween (10 months in advance). Needless to say I have been pretty excited about it. I had come up with several awesome ideas but Matt continually turned every single one down.  Then one day Matt had the weirdest idea ever.  He excitedly told me that we should be Rosemary and Rosemary's baby from the book/movie Rosemary's Baby. Well I gave him an absolute "no" for an answer but for some reason every time someone asks us what we are being he tells them we are dressing as Rosemary and Rosemary's baby. He says he's kidding. I'm pretty sure he's not. Whether he's kidding or not, I wanted to set the record straight and let everyone know we are NOT being Rosemary's baby. Here's why:

10. I don't want to be Rosemary

 I don't like her outfits in the movie. I don't like her hair. It's a boring costume. And besides those reasons, I don't look like her (which I guess you don't really HAVE to look like what you are dressing up as but it always helps...). More importantly, I don't want to have anything to do with Satan. 

9.  I don't want Matt to be my "baby"

That would be creepy, right?

8.  I don't want Matt to be Satan's "baby"

Wouldn't that be even creepier? I don't want my husband to be Satan's offspring. Even as pretend.

7. Satan wouldn't want Matt as his baby

In the story, satan wants a baby to do some "hell raising" on earth. The only hell raising Matt's ever done is spray his 4 year old nephew in the face with a watergun on his birthday. Ok... maybe that does fit the part.

6. Matt wouldn't even be able to pull of being a baby

My 6'4'' husband trying to be....

This? 

Please. That'd be hilarious.

5.  Hardly anyone would know what we were even dressed as

Let's be honest. How many of you have ever seen the movie and would guess a couple dressed as Rosemary and her baby? Probably no one. If anyone guessed what we were they would just guess I was a fat lady and Matt a big tall zombie.

4. It isn't a movie we really want to be advertising

It's about a woman who gives birth to satan's baby. Enough said.  

3. They would both be boring characters to act like

Matt would walk around crying all night and I would just be pregnant.

2. How would we ever be able to compete with these guys?

 

1. The last and most important reason why we absolutely are NOT being Rosemary and her baby this Halloween is.......

it's a stupid idea.

(No explanation needed)

So sorry Matt, for bursting your bubble. But we won't be looking like this for Halloween.

Life keeps on changing, you tell it to stay still but it won't listen

My little sister moved to Logan. My baby sister. Ok, I guess I shouldn't call her a baby because 1. she's only 2 and a half years younger than me and 2. She's not a baby. Not even close. She's a beautiful woman now. But still, I feel like she is so young. I have always been so protective of my little Rica. I remember yelling at little 3rd graders when I was a 6th grader and they were teasing her. I worried everyday when she started high school. I never worried about her making friends because she is the most loveable person you could ever meet, but I worried about her finding friends that would be a good influence on her. That would help her do what is right. Then she made it through high school with a ton of friends and a super strong testimony. Now she is living on her own. In Logan where I can't even keep an eye on her. But I know that she will be so great. I know that she will stay close to her Savior and do all the things she is supposed to. Now I am just worried about me. I don't know how I can live without my baby sister...
So here's to you little Rica. I love you so much! You are the best sister a girl could ever ask for. I will miss having you be there whenever I come to Dad and Lynell's house. I will miss listening to new music that you have found. I will miss borrowing your cute clothes and having you help me stay stylin'. I will miss having you just a short ten minute drive away. I will miss dry bath (haha just kidding, that only happened once). I will miss watching flicks with you. I will miss glee project on Sunday nights. I will miss spying on you and di-lon when you are snuggling on the love sac. I will miss your treat baggies that you are so famous for making. I will miss talking to you about everything. I will miss laughing with you. I will just miss having you around. Seriously, my heart aches to think of you leaving. But I am so happy and so excited for you. You will have the time of your life.
I sure love you Erica.

Rainy days and Sundays

Sundays. I love them. A nice break from the rest of the week. Yesterday was a particularly good Sunday. Here is what I loved about it....

making cookies

Playing games with Matt

Making dinner and eating it together (our first Sunday not going to one of our parent's for dinner !! )

Lounging in Matt's basketball shorts (which are basically capris on me) and watching the rain through our screen door while he talked to his ma on the phone

Going to see the "Up" house...

That had the perfect "Up" mailbox...

And the sweetest old "Up" man

Playing with my babiest nephew Eli <3

Glee project!!!

Matt being fine with the results of glee project and me being furious

And last but CERTAINLY not least of what I loved about Sunday.....

WE GOT INTO POTTERMORE!!!!!!

Matt stayed up so late (I won't tell you how late or you will think we are the biggest Harry Potter nerds ever. Ok. He stayed up until 3) so that we could get the clue to find the magic quill. If you have no idea what I am talking about I will try and explain, JK Rowling is doing something called Pottermore where she is adding to the Harry Potter books (thank GOODNESS) and she is allowing 1 million people to see the site before anyone else does. Each night this week she posts a clue and when you enter the answer it takes you to another webpage where you have to search for the  magic quill. So Matt and I found it and we got in! We are 2 in a million.

Well there you have it. My wonderful Sunday. Now I have to begin a new work week and I'm another week closer to starting my senior year at BYU (blah). Too bad everyday can't be like this relaxing, fun, rainy, beautiful, husband-time, Harry Potter Sunday.

100 days. That's how long it has been since I last blogged. One hundred days. That's forever. Like 1/3 of a year. I have missed it. Why did I stop then, you ask? I was B-U-S-Y. I know, I know, I kind of always laugh at those people who think they are too busy for anything in their life. I guess I could have taken a few minutes here and there at some point in these last 100 days to write a quick update on my life. But... I haven't. Although I have always wanted to be, I have never been very good at keeping a journal. And for now, this is my journal. I'm not doing so great on keeping up to date with it. If my future children were to read this they would learn almost nothing about their mom. Besides that I was busy. So, I am going to try harder to keep this up to date. Even if no one else reads it but my sweet husband (Wait, husband? Yep I'm married! I'll get to that in a minute).

If no one knew me outside of this blog they would be shocked to learn all of the things that have changed in these past 100 days. A lot has happened. Let me give the highlights.

I went through the temple!! This truly has been something that I have been looking forward to since I was a little girl. Still to this day when I drive by a temple I sing the primary song "I love to see the temple" And now that I have gone through I can truly say, I am in LOVE with the temple. This picture is a little peak into one of the happiest days of my life.

Speaking of happiest days of my life, this one tops the charts for sure.........

Remember this guy? June 21, 2011. The GREATEST day of my 21 years. The day that I married my sweetheart in the house of the Lord. I am so happy that Matt was worthy and able to take me to the temple so that our love can continue on through the eternities. I love this handsome man oh so much and I am absolutely thrilled to be his wife. Someday I will post some more wedding pics. There are SO MANY though so....we'll see when I have the patience to do it. But the day was perfect and beautiful and my ENTIRE family was able to come from all corners of the country to join in the celebration. Which, if any of you are reading this that meant so so much to me. I couldn't ask for a better family.

Here are some pics of married life so far. Mostly of the honeymoon. We went to San Fran and I loved every piece of it.

As you can see there are a couple of food pics I posted with this. I know it's a little silly but I swear, the second I became a wife I wanted to be so domestic. And I know that the things I've made so far aren't amazing but seriously, before June 21st I was lucky if I could make brownies out of a box and not destroy them. So the pics above are the things that have worked out :)

Well that's it. 100 days in five minutes. Maybe more than 5 minutes. Eh. Oh well.

All is well with the newly established Weilers.

We are happy.

We feel blessed.

We are in love (couldn't ask for more)

And.... Now it's time for bed!

A person without a dream never had a dream come true

Yesterday one of my dreams came true. And let me tell you, it was the greatest feeling I've ever felt! 

For almost as long as I can remember I've wanted to run a marathon. I really don't know where the dream came from. Maybe it was just because I've heard like a million people put that on their bucket lists, or maybe I thought of it all on my own. Either way it's the first dream I can ever remember having. 

My sweet sister Rachel and I have talked about doing one for a long time. We've both done halfs and LOVED them so thought the next step would be a full. We'd started training a couple of times before and stopped part way into the training. But near the end of November we started training for the Salt Lake City Marathon and stuck to the training like it was our job. Seriously though, I can't remember a time before we were training. I even had to stop my wedding plans because I felt like the marathon training took all of my time. I don't mean to sound like it was a bad thing though, I LOVED training for it. I felt closer with my sister and I've never felt stronger. It was awesome.

 So the race itself was good. I'm not going to lie though, it was so dang hard. I felt every emotion during it. I felt joy, anger, sadness, even craziness. There was one time that I was running along and looked on the side of the course and there was this tall skinny woman standing there with long blonde hair and I thought it was Matt with a blonde wig on. When I realized it was a woman I felt really embarrassed. The finish line made it all worth it though. I felt like everyone was cheering just for me and I've never felt my hard work pay off like I felt it yesterday. And to run across the finish line hand in hand with my sister was such an awesome feeling. I love her and I'm so grateful I had her through all of this. Thanks to all of you who gave words of encouragement and showed love for me. I don't mean to get cheesy here but seriously, if you have a dream DO IT! Almost nothing will make you feel better.

Right before the race started

I think this pic is so cute. Just snugglin right after our run

We crossed the finish line hand in hand with matching glee tees

Me and Rae with dad and Lynell

Me with Matt and his mom, Dodi

Right after we finished. I'm embarrassed that I look pale as a ghost. I guess that's what I get for running 26.2 miles though

listen well to conversation

Before I start, I have a love/hate relationship with April Fools day. I love how my dad gets so into it and it's so exciting to see what new pranks he'll come up with every year.  Some of his pranks include carameled onions, setting off the fire alarm, vinegar in water bottles... yeah. He's hilarious. So this morning my little sister woke me up and made me go upstairs with her just in case he did something scary. Well, we found this in the bathroom....

In case you can't tell, he took out the lightbulbs and replaced them with green scary ones and had a man hanging there. It was scary and hilarious.


Anyways, it hasn't been that long since I blogged but it feels like it. 

Here's my life this last month.....

I turned 21
met my baby nephew, Eli
ran twenty miles with my sis Rach
took a chill pill and calmed down with wedding plans so I can enjoy being engaged to my best friend
chaperoned prom with Matt which was fun and reminded me of being at prom with him 3 years ago
went to the lady gaga concert... I know, she's crazy.
been missing all of my family like crazy :(
work work work
studying and praying I'll pass my statistics class
getting really really excited to go to the temple (side note, I had a HORRIBLE dream about the temple. It started wonderful with me and my entire family and my Matt in the temple and I was so happy. Then I found out the church was still practicing polygamy and my dad and brothers both had a hidden secret wife. It was awful)
loving the warm weather that we've experienced the last 2 days
never ending feelings of gratitude for my Heavenly Father for the blessings I have

Happy April everyone! Hope it's a good month. And enjoy the upcoming general conference!!

(here are a couple of pics from the last month)

I need a second to breath

My life seems to be going a million miles a minute right now. Everything has been so crazy busy lately I feel a little overwhelmed. Being engaged is actually a lot of fun but I had no idea how much has to go into planning a wedding. I have this perfect wedding in my head but it's just a matter of actually executing it and getting it all done. And besides all of that, I get so stressed when I think about life after the wedding. Insurance, bills, being an actual adult. Scary stuff. Now if wedding planning was all I had to worry about I wouldn't be TOO overwhelmed. But I still have school and work and trying to spend time with Matt that isn't all about wedding planning because I know it's not his favorite. Then I don't want to lose my other relationships like my friendships and my time that I spend with my family. Also, Rachel and I have been running like mad women. We've gotten up to 14 miles!! Which surprisingly wasn't so bad. Some people might think that's crazy but I'm actually really grateful for Rachel for keeping me running because when I run consistently I feel like I have some sort of control over my life and it relives a lot of my stress. I'm not writing this post as a way to complain. I'm actually happier than I have ever been. But it's sometimes just nice to write and write about anything that's going on in my life. I know that all you who ever read my blog would laugh at me because I know your lives are a whole lot crazier than mine. I mean I don't have kids to worry about. I don't have to support a husband through medical school or go to law school or work with crazy people at a dentists office. I'm not pregnant or holding a bunch of church callings or taking care of a brand new baby. In fact now that I'm writing all of those things that could make my life THAT much more crazy I'm pretty grateful for the amount of crazy that I have now. But still, my life feels pretty crazy.

On a side note, have any of you ever played just dance 2 on the wii? If not, I would HIGHLY recommend it. I'm not big on video games but lately I've found myself wanting to do nothing but just dance all day and all night. I've even had a dream or two about it.

Through all of the craziness I am very grateful for the consistent things I can always count on. The love and support from a wonderful family and fiance and the guidance, love, and support from my dear Heavenly Father and Savior. I've really got nothing to complain about.

Hello world

Isn't he beautiful? This is Eli Pitts. My newest nephew. Sometimes I look at the world and get discouraged at how terrible it is becoming. Then I see something so so good and so perfect like my baby nephew and realize that there are many wonderful things in this life. I'm so grateful for this little guy. I can't wait to meet him. It's so crazy to me how much love I felt for him when I found out he was born. Without meeting him I could feel of his goodness and I immediately started crying a little bit because of the joy that I felt. This perfect baby is going to do so many wonderful things and I can't wait too see what he will become. I love you Eli, and I love your parents, Matt and Jaime, and your older brother Simon. You couldn't have been born to a better family. Welcome to the world, my beautiful little nephew.

bleh!

There are so many wonderful things that I could have inherited from my mom. I could have gotten her contagious smile, her perfectly curly hair, or her gorgeous eyes. I would have loved to have gotten her fun loving personality or her special way of making everyone around her feel comfortable. But of course, the one thing I from her is...............................

FREAKING COLD SORES!!!!
ugh. 

The luckiest

I seriously have the greatest boyfriend. I have never known anyone to treat me with so much love and respect. He would do anything for me and I am so grateful to have him in my life. I love him so much. He is my best friend and I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

It's good to be alive

It's so crazy how fragile life is. I find myself being so comfortable in the life I live and feeling like I will always have tomorrow when in reality I have no control over my life. At any second life could end. I've never felt that like I did yesterday. 

My sister Rachel and I were driving from our home in West Jordan to go to work in Provo. It had been snowing all night long and when we were about to go into work my dad told us that we shouldn't go if we could avoid it. Although I knew the roads were bad I figured I would be fine and that the roads wouldn't really effect me. 

We were driving along just fine. A diesel truck was driving in the middle lane next to us and slush from his tires were flying back and hitting my window so I got into the carpool lane to try and pass him.

 I should have just hung back and passed him from behind. I shouldn't have even been on the roads. I should have been driving slower. There are so many things that keep flashing in my mind about what I should or should not have done. As I was trying to get ahead of the diesel some slush got caught up in my tire and my car started to head towards the cement wall.

I knew something horrible was about to happen and I remember just saying my sister's name over and over. I was trying my best to get us away from the wall and in my efforts to avoid the wall I lost complete control over my car. The car just started going crazy and the next thing I knew we were spinning across the lanes and ended up facing the opposite direction of traffic looking straight at the diesel that I tried to pass and another car. An SUV. We hit the SUV on my side first and then we bounced off of the SUV and hit the diesel on Rachel's side. Rachel's hand was cut from the broken glass and I got a bruise from my seatbelt and a little bruise on my foot from hitting the pedal.

I am so grateful for so many things. I'm grateful that we hit the cars where we did because if my car would have been positioned even a foot's difference on either side, it would have been a head on collision. I'm grateful for the wonderful young couple who stopped to make sure we were ok and called the ambulance when I couldn't because I was going crazy. I'm grateful for the nice EMT's who cleaned up Rachel's cut hand and let us sit in the warm ambulance while we waited for my dad to come get us. I am so grateful for my wonderful dad who didn't once get mad at me or make me feel bad but only showed love and concern. I'm grateful for my family and that I am still here with them. I'm grateful for my sweet boyfriend Matt, who dropped what he was doing for the rest of the day and came to be with me. I could not be more grateful that no body was hurt. That I was able to turn and see my sister alive and ok. That the drivers of the other two cars were fine. I will forever be grateful for that. 

Mostly I am so grateful for my Heavenly Father. There is no doubt in my mind that He was the one who prevented anything worse from happening. We were hit by a diesel. A diesel. The HUGE trucks that I always get so nervous around. The trucks that are a hundred times the size of my car. We were hit by a diesel and walked away with nothing more than a couple of cuts and bruises. Some people may say that's luck. It's not luck. Heavenly Father had His angels watching over us yesterday.

Rachel's cut on her hand

Rachel's hand

The bruise from my seatbelt

This is where the SUV hit

Blood from Rachel's cut hand 

This is where the diesel hit

My poor lumina :(