The snow often fell hard and heavy during the winters I lived in Colorado. It was coming down like crazy one afternoon when my boss closed the office and sent us home. I hurried to my car. I had to stop at the sitter\u2019s house to pick up my two baby boys.<\/p>\n
I made it the sitter\u2019s house without too much trouble. \u201cBe careful,\u201d she said, as I strapped Nick, six months old, and Jon, 22 months old, into the backseat of the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know I will,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
But almost as soon as her house was out of sight, the wind picked up and the snow began to swirl. My wipers fought to keep the windshield clear. I was tempted to pull over, but didn\u2019t dare. With the babies aboard, I couldn\u2019t afford to get stuck.<\/p>\n
I kept moving, going slower and slower, trying to peer through the blinding snow. Without any help from me, the car came to a stop. \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d I told the children. \u201cMommy\u2019s just going out to take a look, to see where we are.\u201d<\/p>\n