It all started last week. Emilie was feeling under the weather and running a little bit of a fever. Our daycare provider would have taken her if we absolutely needed her too, but since Andre is home for the summer I called her and told her she was sick and asked Shirley if she wanted me to keep Emilie home. Since Emilie was really not herself that day Shirley asked if it was okay if we kept her home. Not a problem.
Later on that day a neighbour came outside and asked us if we had heard about a cab going through the front of a house on Cranbrook Dr. The same street as Emilie's home daycare. The news didn't mention the house number. We thought about it, but though, no, it couldn't possibly be the same house.
It was.
Sometime that afternoon a cab driver drove through the front downstairs window of the same home that houses our Emilie's daycare. It's the same room that is across the hallway from the same room that all the children play in. The room is totaled. Across the room from where the window and brick wall once was there are big holes in the drywall from flying bricks.
That same room is the tv room where the children will watch movies or hang out if one of the kids is under the weather. Emilie and the other children could have very well been in that room had she have gone to daycare that morning. The only thing that is left to remind anyone that was a tv room is the big screen tv mounted to the wall. It's the only thing left after the accident.
Thankfully all the children were outside playing in the backyard when everything happened. Seeing that room this morning confirmed my belief in God. Confirmed that miracles happen, and that there was something keeping everyone in that house safe that day.
Today I am thankful.
If you are interested there is a small article here about the accident that has a picture.
