Like many, I haven't quite wrapped my head around the fact that Christmas is in three days. It feels like every year, the days get shorter, the shopping lists get longer and the Goodwin tribe grows in numbers. This year was no exception with my brother Jeff's engagement. His fiancee, Brittany, has been spending Christmas with our family for a while now, but saying fiancee rather than girlfriend definitely makes it more official. Next year, she and my brother Jeremy's fiancee, Erica, will both be Mrs. Goodwin which is even more official and I am beyond excited. Now, to convince one of my older sibling to give me adorable nieces and nephews to buy (way too many) super cute presents for. Hm...Speaking of, they say the best presents can't be bought at the store. Which I wholehearted agree. The best Christmas present I ever received wasn't something anyone purchased; it was the gift of life and it all started on December 19, 2011.
Have you ever thought you were going to die?
I'm talking about experiencing a situation that was so terrifying and so overwhelming that you truly believed it was going to kill you. A situation that ripped through every rational thought and paralyzed every notion you had that you were in control.