Premonition?

Earlier this evening I was thinking about a post I was going to write about what a silly mom I am. The Teenager left to go on a retreat with the church youth group this afternoon and I was crying as I helped him get his stuff out of the van. I didn't know why I was crying. Of course I was going to miss him, but I rarely see him much on the weekends anyway. He actually hugged me...twice...in front of his friends before he left. Because he too was feeling that something was not right.
Well, it seems I'm not so silly after all. My son called me to tell me that the bus was involved in an accident. Fatal to one or more people in the other vehicle. None of the kids were hurt, thank God. The kids had to wait a while to be transferred to another bus and then another. My son was tired and hungry and very quiet when I picked him up. He hugged me a lot. He hugged his Papa and all his siblings when he got home. He went to bed very early and had me come sit on his bed and talk to him before he went to sleep. He asked me to leave his light on when I left even though he was going to sleep. He wanted his door left open.
This boy, my first born, is my heart. He is one of my five reasons for being and I don't know what I would do without him. I'm so grateful that I don't have to find out.