Thursday, August 13, 2015
First of all a super odd thing: the last blog I posted was exactly a year ago today. I obviously don't blog much anymore but tonight was blog-worthy and so I'm drawn back to it. I miss it so much. I hope to make more time for it again soon.
Our sweet and tiny baby boy, Zachary John, was born two weeks ago. He was immediately received into Jesus' arms. It's been a long two weeks. Sometimes it doesn’t seem real. Our priest told us at the burial that Zachary brought joy even through our sorrow and it is so true. We have received amazing support from family and friends. Two groups in particular have given us very special gifts. Our daycare family, past and present, have bought us a tree for our yard in memory of Zachary. We are so excited. It’s the perfect gift. Jeremy has always wanted a tree in our side yard and this is the perfect way to honor our baby. Then today we got a knock on the door. Another tree, this time from my amazing college buddies. So now we have two trees, which has always been Jeremy’s plan for the side yard. Joy in our sorrow.
My heart aches and my tears overflow as we realize that Zachary will always have a place in the yard where the boys mow with their dad all summer and sled down the hill in the winter. But that’s not tonight's only story. The rest of the story is that Jeremy and I put the boys to bed tonight and invited our friends, Ellan and Robert, over to help us figure out where to plant the trees. Ellan is our daycare provider and a landscaper extraordinaire. So we chatted inside for a while about which trees we were getting and how far apart to place them. Then we went outside to place some stakes in the ground to prepare for planting. That led to chatting and a few tears as we talked about sweet Zachary.
Then the cops drove by. Not super common, but ok. Then they turned around and came back. And slowed down. And stopped. So I walked up the hill to the driveway to see what the officer needed. She said “do you have three small boys?” My heart stopped. I swear it did. I could not handle any more bad news. I couldn’t process why she was asking until I looked back at the house and saw Justin standing at the window on the phone (with 911 dispatch). The officer told me that they didn’t know where we were and they got scared so they called the police. I guess we were outside longer than we realized and they got out of bed and couldn’t find us. I yelled for Jeremy to go get them inside. He says their faces were indescribable when he walked up.
They came rushing down the driveway where I was still leaning up against the police car trying to gain composure that nothing was wrong with them. Leo gave me the BIGGEST hug and Justin’s face was ashen. Will was just chilling on the driveway. So the story goes that Will wanted out of his room and was banging on his door for us. The big boys couldn’t figure out why he was being so loud so they came downstairs and realized we weren’t in the house. They looked outside and could not see us (because we were in the side yard). Leo said he wanted to go outside and check but Justin wouldn’t let him in case there was something dangerous outside. So Justin called 911. LOVE THAT KID! He wasn’t sure of our address but he knew our street name and the elementary school down the block from us so he was able to lead law enforcement close to us. Dispatch told him to turn on the TV and just relax because police were on their way to help. Justin demonstrated how his hands and whole body were shaking as he made the phone call. It makes my heart hurt and melt to know how scared he was but how he stepped up and took care of his family. They were so nervous. Leo talked a mile a minute when we got inside (typical anyway) about how he kept thinking “I hope they didn’t take their phone with them” and how relieved he was when they found my phone. They did it all exactly right. They made safe choices. Whew. My kids are safe. Three are safely in their beds and one is safely on Jesus’ lap being rocked to sleep.