The following days after what will forever be referred to as the Dresser Accident have been met with high emotions.
Thankfully, Tennyson remains emotionally and mostly physically unscathed. You can barely see the goose egg on his head (the only visible sign of the accident. Which is even more testament that he was not alone in that room, but had Heavenly guardians because really there should be more bruises or worse) and that is only if you know what you are looking for and where to look for it.
I, however, fared much worse. If I where to self diagnose I would say it is a little bit of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I find myself re-entering the room, in my mind, to find the dresser toppled over only to realize that I am now short off breath and often times teary eyed.
Yesterday at church I was in constant thought of what could have been. The gratitude to my Heavenly Father was, at times overwhelming and I would, once again, cry.
I am grateful Tennyson is fine. I know I will be too. It will just take a little longer. Mostly, I am grateful and acknowledge the divine intervention that saved my little boy. There is no way to pay that back beyond being the best mother I can.
It sure makes all the little annoyances less....annoying.