Ayden got lost today.
I knew that this day would come, I think I've been waiting for it from the day he learned to walk at 9 months.
I turned around and he was gone.
My first thought, " Oh he must be around the corner."
My second thought, "Okay, he's not around the corner, maybe he's in the next aisle..."
Third and Fourth..., "WHERE IS HE?"... "PLEASE GOD, HELP ME FIND MY SON!"
All the while I'm keeping the one thought out of my mind, but couldn't help but let it slip in at my most desperate...
"DID SOMEONE TAKE HIM?"
My mind was fuzzy. Brandon & I became a team on a mission to find our lil' one.
People stopped. Look concerned.
Someone asked if I was Kyle's wife and asked to help.
On a side note, it made me realize that people are genuinely good when it comes to helping other people. This made me happy.
Because I am the type of person who likes to know the end of the story.... here is the end:
In a corner, looking at a Spiderman book was our lil' one. Unaffected by the chaos around him. Clueless about the fear that had consumed my life in what was the longest 5 minutes of my life.