So after a great evening with my family (my Brothers, Sisters, their spouses and my Dad) at Tuscany, we headed home about 8:30. As we approached Parley's Canyon, we saw an alert that the canyon was closed at "Mile Marker 138". Hmmmm. Where is "Mile Marker 138". Home is in Heber, so we really don't have much of a choice in route, so we continued on. As we were about to summit we learned exactly where "Mile Marker 138" is. It was where the traffic came to an absolute standstill. We quickly grabbed for the iphone to link to KSL traffic to inform us of the problem. However, the convergence of police, ambulances, and fire rescue vehicles quickly indicated an accident. So we sat...and sat... and sat. KSL traffic soon had a tweet that a car in the opposite lane of traffic had crossed the median slamming head first into an oncoming car, leaving one fatality. My heart sank. Here I was rather irritated that my evening had been "marred", but a traffic jam and someone had had a much worse evening than I. My mood quickly changed from one of being bugged to one of being so grateful that we hadn't been the car coming up that canyon 15 minutes earlier. It could easily have been my husband and I with our kids asleep in the back seat. I am very blessed and grateful it wasn't us. We then sat for 3 hours waiting for the canyon to reopen. Yes, three hours. However, I didn't mind a bit at that point. Everyone I loved was safe and sound, sitting in a car seemed a fair trade for that. As we pulled into our garage about 1:00 am I thanked a loving Heavenly Father for our safe and peaceful arrival home. Some other wife and mom was not having that same experience that evening. It turned out the man who died was the innocent driver headed home to Midway that evening after a work shift as a fireman. He was killed instantly by the driver who lost control of his car and careened across the median. He was a husband and father to two kids. My heart breaks for their loss. However, this experience made me want to hug my kids, love my husband and cherish every moment we have. You never know when it is your last. It could have been ours last night, we were only behind him by 15 minutes. I hope those of you that read this will take the opportunity to hug your kids, kiss your husband and cherish the blessing of being able to be together even if it is in the car for three hours straight. Love, Heidi