I woke up this morning feeling relieved that I had actually gotten some decent sleep. I don’t remember the last time I slept through the night due to being 30 weeks pregnant, super uncomfortable, having to pee all the time  and then having a 2 year old. I’m tired. I know it’s a season, but I’m just tired. I opened my eyes around 6 this morning and sighed because I actually felt rested. I rolled over and grabbed my phone to see 4 missed texts from a friend, a 50 second voice message from Patrick and about 20 Facebook notifications. I read the texts and skipped the voice message from Patrick only because I assumed I knew what it was. It’s not uncommon for Patrick to leave me messages to wake up to saying hello to Bennett and Amelia, encouraging me for the day or telling me how he loves me. Love my guy. So I ventured on Facebook for about 10 minutes before I finally opened Whatsapp to listen to the message.

“Hey babe, we’re ok but I had to emergency land the plane…” is how it started. You see, Patrick flies to work every morning in our Cessna 150 that we bought this past year. It’s a small two seater aircraft and it has been a great little plane for him to build his hours in while he works towards his commercial pilots license.

My heart dropped. I listened to him explain how his engines failed and when he landed in a field in the pitch black, it flipped the plane. His friend and coworker Mike who rides/flies with him everyday, were both able to climb out and walk away unharmed… but the plane was totaled.

Yall. Today has been hard. This shook me. There are so many other things that could have happened that would have had me receiving a completely different call this morning.

Patrick kisses me goodbye every morning and what if this morning was the last? Maybe it’s the extra hormones but today could have been a very different day. As hard as it’s been, I am so very thankful that neither Patrick or Mike were harmed. Was the plane totaled? yes. That is such a small thing though when it comes to my husband walking through the doors tonight.

Patrick is an amazing pilot. Believe me, I wouldn’t trust him to fly with Bennett if he wasn’t. I stopped worrying about him awhile ago though and stopped asking for the “you’ve landed safely” calls. It’s second nature for him… but today… those fears were reignited. I was reminded that tomorrow is never promised and that freak accidents can happen. The FAA doesn’t know why his engines failed even after an examination of the plane. The only reason the plane flipped was because the soil he landed in had just been plowed. He did everything he was trained to do and by the grace of God, a field opened up when the only other options were trees or water.

I couldn’t think today. I felt like vomiting all day. My world was rocked.

Tonight, let the bickering stop. Let the election stress melt away. Go hug your husband and kids. Let them eat ice cream and stay up past their bedtime.

Tomorrow isn’t promised and today was a reminder of that.