I just wanted to quickly share an experience I had over the weekend. Leland and I were going to a Christmas get-together with his cousins on Saturday night. My parents were going to be watching Carter for us and we met up with them at my grandparents' house where my mom and dad were putting up the Christmas tree. The party was a potluck and so we had our crockpot with us and we brought it in to keep it plugged in until it was time to leave for the party. It ended up getting plugged in on the island and I made a mental note to not let Carter go into the kitchen so that he wouldn't pull on the cord and have a hot crockpot fall on him.
My dad had gone downstairs, we thought with Carter in tow, and the rest of us were sitting and chatting in the front room. I don't know how else to describe it other than I suddenly knew Carter was not with my dad, but was in the kitchen about to pull the crockpot down on himself. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen just in time to grab him as he was standing and reaching for the crockpot cord.
My heart was pounding, of course, and I just held him tight because I knew how hurt he would have been if he had pulled that crockpot off the counter. My mom said something about my "great Spidey-sense" which got me thinking. That wasn't me; that was a prompting from the Holy Ghost watching over my little family and keeping my little dude safe.
Anyone who knows me won't be surprised when I tell you that I'm crying as I write this. I am so grateful for the power of the Holy Ghost in my life; I know I am being watched over and that my little family is, as well.
