Did I mention the Sunday a few months ago where we showed up to pick up our son in the nursery and they said, "We can't find him."
Cue our knees going weak.
Cue mad chaos in my mind.
Looking on to the playground. Looking in closets. Looking in classrooms.
Praying he didn't walk outside.
This is where my baby is supposed to be safe and learning about Jesus.
Guess where he was.
MY 1 YEAR OLD WAS UPSTAIRS ALL BY HIMSELF.
HE WALKED UP 2 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS ALL BY HIMSELF.
And now I have a trust issue.
And then there was this problem. Sigh.