So I have alot to catch up on. Alot to tell about when I can sit down and write about all what we've done in the last few months... like going to Pagosa for our anniversary, being a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding in Oklahoma, and vacationing in Branson. But since it is late, and we're going to Silver Dollar City tomorrow, I will tell about a recent incident when my daughter's life passed before my eyes, my career in nursing was validated, and I learned never to take my children for granted...
We were sitting in the rehearsal dinner, watching a video of my cousin and her fiance, when Jonathan leaned up to me and whispered loudly, "Honey, Kate just swallowed a quarter!" We jumped up and ran out of the darkened room to the foyer, where Jonathan did a finger sweep and found nothing. He then let go of her in near panic as Kate turned purple and crumpled. My training came into play without a second thought- I did the Heimlich maneuver almost 3 minutes before the quarter came shooting out across the room. After a couple rescue breaths, Kate grabbed her throat and screamed. We took her outside to calm down. I was shaking. Not a minute later, Jonthan's sister Shara called. The first words out of her mouth were, "Are you guys okay? I was playing the piano when I felt like God wanted me to stop and pray for you."
