Today, a lesson was learned

The hard way.  The girls and I had been playing outside for hours, and we were having a grand time.  I had the bounce house going, and I even brought out loads of stuffed animals to throw in the mix.  The barbie jeep had been driven and the trampoline had been jumped on.  The time had come to clean up, and I was putting the bounce house away when I heard a crash.  Then a cry.  A frantic, blood curdling kind of cry.  My heart stopped and I ran to the porch where I found Berlyn completely trapped under the corner cabinet that had toppled over.  Broken glass was everywhere and none of us were wearing shoes.  I lifted the cabinet and placed Berlyn inside away from the shards.  I ran back to the porch to grab Havanna and Talullah, too.
I'm not sure if she was trying to climb on it, or perhaps just wildly swinging the lower cabinet doors.  I do know that this evil, awful piece of furniture attacked my daughter and could have seriously injured her.  I'm a firm believer in the grace of God, and there is no doubt in my mind that He is watching out for my beautiful baby.  After the initial shock wore off, and I had washed the blood from her hand and her feet, she only has a small pinprick of an owie on the palm of her hand where a piece of glass poked her.  There were some tiny nicks on the tops of her feet, but nothing still noticeable after we washed the blood away.  No trip to the ER for a concussion or stitches.  Not even a bump or a bruise on her body.  Tonight, I might have a few more gray hairs on my head, but I'm going to bed a very thankful momma.  And on this weeks agenda: smashing that cabinet to smitherings, and bolting every other piece of furniture to the wall.