It wasn't supposed to happen that way

"It wasn't supposed to happen that way." It definitely doesn't seem like it should have happened that on what was supposed to be a date night for my husband and I turned into my husband flying up north to be by his dad's side in the trauma unit. And in the days that have followed since my mind has tried to reason that things should not have happened that lead up to that horrific accident, although my heart tries its best to remind me that we are not to understand all things. Thankfully for all of us, that "it wasn't supposed to happen that way" works both ways, negative and positive, and as my mind was coming to grips about the latest hand our family had been dealt God sent down an everyday miracle not a moment to soon.
My day had been heavy with worry; worry about my father -in-law, my mother-in-law, and how we were ever going to find strength to pull through this one smiling. Thankfully I have two little girls to keep my mind off of things, one who was anxious to get to the Dollar Store to spend her hard earned $2 that her daddy had given her after helping out at home. I ended up picking up a few extra things and M gave me her money and tossed her goodies in with my things. I paid with my debit card and tucked M's money in my wallet. Unknown to me, this was just a small piece of the puzzle that God was shaping for my personal miracle.
We got home after twenty minutes of sitting in traffic and it was clear that we all needed our outside playtime. The day was really beautiful and we were being silly (much needed) taking turns hula hooping. As it was M's turn she began spinning with the hula hoop instead of just doing the hip action and found better success at it that way. As she started to twirl around a second time she tripped and started falling back, and as she did the purple hula hoop came up and smacked her in the mouth. As soon as I looked at her I knew something was amiss, her scared eyes giving her away. As she opened her mouth I saw what the matter was. Her front tooth was missing, and not just any front tooth. The front tooth that her dentist had told us not even a few months ago was attached improperly and would never come out on its own and would have to be removed when the other front tooth fell out. Coming out with a hula hoop? Wasn't supposed to happen that way...
In the moment my next thought was that the hula hoop had come directly to her mouth forcing her tooth inward, logically making me think M had swallowed her tooth.
"M, did you swallow your tooth?," "Mommy won't be mad, I just need to know," "The tooth fairy will still come honey, just tell mommy if you think you swallowed your tooth," comments followed for about thirty seconds until we were all pretty clear she hadn't swallowed her tooth, and, after searching through the grass and finding one lost front tooth we all were thankful that she indeed hadn't swallowed her front tooth. If the hula hoop came directly to her mouth, how did the tooth escape the other way? It wasn't supposed to happen that way...
Much later that evening M was laying in bed and I got a call from the tooth fairy that I needed to fill in for her on last minute change of plans. The bad news is that I never carry cash and she told me the running rate for M was $2 a tooth. I wasn't supposed to have $2 folded perfectly waiting for their glitter aka pixie dust application, but I did.
Thank-you God for everyday miracles that make us say, it wasn't supposed to happen that way.