He cried, I cried. I held his little body so tightly and the first thought I had was this verse from Matthew 18:10 that says "For I tell you that their (guardian) angels always see the face of my Father in heaven." All last night and this morning when I replay it in my mind, that verse comes up to the surface and I am so thankful. So thankful that even when my back is turned, my kids are protected, are watched over. That doesn't mean nothing bad will ever happen to them, but I have peace in remembering that verse, that Jesus has put an angel there to watch over them.
It was a close call, but Rowan is fine. When we got home we were exhausted. We got all the boys in bed and while I was brushing my teeth I hear Jarrod exclaim from the other room.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"There's a grasshopper in our bed."
"A real grasshopper?"
"Yeah, a real grasshopper." He held up a little plastic cup filled with grass and a lid with poked holes. I heard him go down the hall and ask Haydn about it, and Haydn's little voice saying,
"Oh! There he is, I've been looking for him."
It was an eventful day at our house.