The Worst Day of my Life

I truly mean the title of this post. Sunday was the worst day of my life! I will tell you a little story of why I say that. We were getting ready for church and I was in the bathroom, my parents were in their room, and Tim was downstairs with the kids. He put Davis' shoes on and then went to find Emmary to get her shoes on and to get the church bag packed. A few minutes later I came down stairs to put my shoes on and I saw Emmary and Tim but no Davis. I asked if Tim knew where he was and he said no. I felt sick inside immediately but told myself to calm down. The front door was closed and I thought he wouldn't have gone outside and shut the door behind himself right? I went around the house calling his name but it was so quiet. If any of you know our boy, quiet and him don't go together. I searched the garage and we opened the front door and didn't see him outside. I checked the backyard and basically everywhere else in the house and I was really starting to freak out becuase I knew in my heart that he was not there. He had gone outside. Once again, for those of you who know, we live on what we like to call I-70- 7000 south is a major busy road with traffic all the time. Big cars and my little boy don't mix well. I told Tim to run one way down the road and I went the other to check the side of the house. He was no where in sight so I ran back inside to check the closets. Emmary did this to us once and it turned out she was asleep in the closet. He wasn't in the closets. So I yelled at my dad that Davis was missing and to help us search or call the police. I ran out of the house again and went the opposite way of Tim just screaming Davis' name. I got to the corner and started to go around the block and across the street and I saw him standing in someone's yard with a lady that lives there. He just pointed at me like,"Hey! There's my mom. Hi mom!" I was crying and hysterical by this point and I ran and grabbed him. The lady told me he had rung her doorbell and when she answered he was just standing there happy as can be. I scooped him up and just cried and cried and told her thank you. Then I had to run back towards the house to tell Tim that I had found him. I forgot to mention that Davis kicked me a week ago and cracked my rib, so this was very painful to run with him, but I was so happy to have him safe that I didn't care. I was shaking for hours afterwards and I just about threw up. I can't even imagine what it must feel like to lose a child. Well, I can, but I got mine back. While I was running around though I kept thinking that this can't be happening, yet this does happen. I thought someone had taken him and that helpless feeling still makes me sick when I think about it and think about what could have happened to him. We said a prayer to thank our Father in Heaven for keeping our little boy safe and for helping us to find him. So parents who read this- give your kids an extra hug and kiss today and give thanks for having a safe day! I was so upset last night that I put up a fight to bring Davis into our bed because I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking that I would wake up and he would be gone. I won and we all slept great. And we put a child lock on the front door and keep it deadbolted at all times! I love you DAVIS!!!