Dear whoever you are,
I often think about that day and wonder if you knew that my 6 week old baby was in the car, if you would have stopped to check and see if we were ok.
I wonder what you were doing when you swerved into my lane coming head on. Were you texting? Drinking? Picking up something from your floor board? I am disappointed that your passenger didn't encourage you to make a better choice and stop.
I wonder what you told your parents or friends when they saw your truck damaged. I am pretty sure you didn't tell them the truth.
We were headed to the park to have a picnic that day. Little did I know that we wouldn't make it there. Fortunately, I was paying attention, honked my horn and sped up so you hit my tail end. I can still hear the sound of her cry when you hit us in my head and feel the jerk of the car in my body. Luckily, my daughter and I were both ok.
I filed a police report and my husband had the city look at the cameras near that road but we couldn't catch you.
Sometimes I wish that you are living with guilt for your actions or always wondering if one day you will get caught. They say as Christians we should forgive, but truthfully I haven't reached that point yet. I am sure I will one day and the memory will slowly fade. At least I hope so.
For now I thank God everyday for keeping us safe and pray that you never make the same mistake again.
Join me in my journey as a wife, new mom and a baker as I learn to balance all of life's aprons.