This morning I got in the car to take her to school. I walked into the garage, started the car, and started down the road. About a 1/4 mile from the house, I started to have one of the worst asthma attacks of my life. She jumped in the back to get my meds and water. i grabbed the water and try to drink but couldn't get it down. She screamed, "Mommy, turn around. Your inhaler is not here."
I turned around, ran a stop sign, carefully, and drove home. She jumped out of the car, ran into the house, and reappeared in seconds with my inhaler. She was crying. As soon as I was breathing again, I told her I was fine and started off to school. I asked her if we were getting along today? She smiled and gave me the biggest hug.
"If you go to the hospital, Mommy, You call me."
She walked into school and in front of other seventh graders threw me a big kiss and a beautiful smile.