I had a BIG scare today with Jenny. She wandered off at the beach while I was in the bathroom (and someone else was supposed to be watching her), and we couldn't find her anywhere!!! No one that we had come with had seen her, either.
I was absolutely terrified. Jeff and I each took a direction and called for her. No luck. Then I raced to the lifeguard station, praying with all of my heart that someone could find her.
As I approached, the lifeguard asked, "Are you Amy Cook?"
"Yes!" I replied. "How did you know?"
"We have a little girl at the other lifeguard station. She said, 'My mom is Amy Cook. And my name is Jenny.'"
I sprinted to the other lifeguard tower and encircled her in a bear hug.
"Mommy," she asked, "Why did you run the other way?" She had seen me trot to the bathroom, and was trying to follow but couldn't catch up.
"Did you go to the lifeguard tower yourself?" I asked incredulously.
"My friends brought me," she replied simply. I'll never know who these friends were, but tonight I am offering many prayers of gratitude for these amazing friends that kept my Jenny safe.
