You may have noticed in the photos of the cream cinnamon rolls that Brandon's face looks really dirty.  It isn't dirty (well it's kind of dirty), but all scratched up.  Last Saturday we went to our cousin's for dinner and Brandon slipped on the ice going into their home.  I went over to help him up and slipped and fell on top of him smashing his face into the cement.  It bled pretty good and he was crying a lot. 

I couldn't get up on the ice while holding him, so I sat behind the car and held him while I waited for Darren to come and help us.  It took him awhile to help his cousin on the ice, so I just held Brandon tight and waited.

With Darren's help we were able to get in the house just fine and an ice pack and some cake and ice cream later, Brandon was happy and playing.  A little while later Darren asked me if I had moved the car.  I hadn't.  It had slid down the hill on the ice.  It only took me a minute to think about how long I sat behind the car holding Brandon unable to move and realized that God had preserved us from the danger of the sliding car.