I was just thinking how peaceful the morning had been...both girls had gotten themselves dressed for church, we were well ahead of schedule for a Sunday morning. Then I heard the crash. Then I heard the crying.
Kaylin managed to pull her dresser over--not on top of her, but it knocked her in the head, and everything came crashing into the floor. Macy's lava lamp. Kaylin's bowl of seashells from our trip to the beach almost three years ago, and a whole plethora of junk that had accumulated on the top of her dresser. Seashells covered the floor.
I rocked Kaylin on my lap, checking her head for cuts and watching her for signs of a concussion. She was fine.
I guess that was God's way of telling me to clean off her dresser more, huh?