So the girls and I were on a late-afternoon Target run (my sister-in-law is being induced this evening and I wanted to grab her and her husband some reading material for their last few hours of freedom), and we were stopped at the light just before the Target when BAM! We were rear ended so hard that we were knocked into the Jeep in front of us. The guy who hit us said that he couldn't see me due to the glare. We'd been at a full stop long enough for Ava to ask why we were stopped several times and for me to keep explaining that when the light is red, it's not our turn to drive.
We're all fine, aside from some bruises (and the driver of the car in front of me had a nasty cut on his forhead). The driver who hit us was driving with a suspended license was driving someone else's car. He was completely unapologetic, leaving the deputy in charge to whisper to me that if I happened to kick him in the shins, the deputy never saw a thing.
I never knew how much I loved my mini van until I saw it all broken. Moment of silence for my wounded soldier. And speedy labor vibes to my sister-in-law!