For the first time in my life, I screamed in terror.
I didn't care how loud my voice was or how horrified I sounded.
I didn't think about who was looking.
I just screamed "No".
Hayden was messing around in the front yard after getting down from the car.
Mark was going after him, scolding him for not going straight to the door like he always does.
I was getting the baby down from the car.
And in a flash Hayden changed directions and headed for the street, at the same moment a truck was coming down the road.
I screamed. Mark yelled. The truck slowed down. And Hayden stopped at the sidewalk.
My body trembled at the thought - what if he hadn't?
I put my head down and cried those tears of terror and relief and fear.
The first time I've cried for what could have happened.