But it isn't the post it could've been, either.
I was going to post about yesterday, about how we took Anna Marie to a nature center in Memphis and a good time was had by all.
Maybe I'll post that story tomorrow.
But today's post is a post of thankfulness.
My parents were late to church this morning, and I joked with them about not setting their clocks up.
Then my dad told me they'd had a rough night - seems that as Amanda was coming home, just before the exit, a drunk came over into her lane and sent her careening off the road and up an embankment.
And kept going.
She was fine. Her car is not.
She called my dad, and he came to check on her. He noticed another car a few feet up the road, pulled over.
You guessed it. The SUV that hit Amanda's Volkswagon.
There was one guy and two girls, and he was pretty obviously drunk. The only reason he'd stopped was because he hit Amanda so hard he blew a tire out.
He told my dad that someone had hit him.
When the state trooper arrived a couple of minutes later, my dad sent him down to talk to the other guy. My dad was afraid that they were getting ready to switch drivers.
They were. And the real driver was taken to jail.
The impact hit Amanda's car hard enough to knock the wheel off. Not the tire. The wheel. Dad went back today to try to find it, and it's just gone.
So, she's driving our Corsica for a while. I don't know if the idiot in the SUV had insurance or not. She had liability on the VW, but in Mississippi we're required to have uninsured and underinsured motorist. I guess we'll have to see what comes of that.
But for today, I'm just thankful. In a split second, my sister lost her car.
In that same second, if not for God, the rest of us could've lost much more.