Miracle Revisited.

Last night at the dinner table, Beau started talking about it.
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{It being a day that could've turned into the worst of my life, but it didn't!}
A miracle happened.
Praise God.

We were talking about swim lessons. He was telling Cooper all that he had done that morning.
"I went under the water. I got rings. Miss Allie helped me..." Then he changed directions. "I fell in the lake, underwater. "

We knew exactly what he was talking about. We don't ever bring it up. He does. When he does, we try to ask questions to help us figure out what actually happened. This is how the rest of our conversation went...

"Beau, how did you get out of the water when you fell in?"

"With my wings. My magical wings."

"Your wings?"

"Yep. My magical wings." (as tried to touch his back)

"Well, where did the wings go when you got out of the water?"

"They just broke off."

... I couldn't help but get teary-eyed. What really happened when he fell in? How long was he under? How did he get out? Did an angel help him? Did he actually see an angel? Will he remember this for the rest of his life?

I don't know much about what happened in his little life for those few minutes. But, I do know, that it was something big. Something I will never forget. Something that will always remind me how God REALLY is in control.

So, as I sit here thinking about my rambunctious, loud, tender, strong-willed, loves-to-cuddle 3 year old. I am so grateful that his sweet life was spared. That we get more time with him. That even though he drives me crazy... I wouldn't change it for a second.