I just experienced probably the most frightening thing in my life tonight. Luke ran off. We were at the "new" house getting ready to leave, and not all of the adults there are as careful about keeping doors locked, checking in with him every other moment, etc. He knows where Wilmot Park is, and I think that's where he was headed. After running through the whole house twice, terror taking hold and making me run way faster than I would normally have the energy for, I knew he was headed there. My worry was whether I could get to him first before some lesser person did, or a car, dread the thought. When I rounded the corner there was Luke in the arms of a police officer, with two other officers, and the two adults who had rescued him. I started bawling. Luke didn't want to leave the police officer, so he carried him home. I'm still shaking. How do parents deal with it when it goes on for hours, days, weeks....and then find out the worst...can't go there. Can't do the what if's. I'll go crazy. Just please, Lord Jesus, keep my baby boy (all of them!) safe. PLEASE!!! He's too precious....