I was pregnant and tired, sleeping in on that Tuesday morning, since my firstborn was still resting in her crib. I ached, my head hurt and I felt I could sleep another 10 hours straight.
But the phone kept ringing in the kitchen. And there were voices on the answering machine (yes, back then we had answering machines). And they didn’t sound right. Staccato words echoed into my bedroom.
“Goodness, someone needs something. Sounds like someone is upset.” I thought as I threw back the covers and trudged, barefoot, into the kitchen.
I pushed ‘play’.
And the whole world changed with the voice on the recording.
The rest of the day was spent sitting on the living room couch, mouth open, tears streaming, as I watched the events unfold.
Emelie toddled through the room and said,
“Planes go boom, Mommy?”