Worst feeling in the world?

Losing your 2 year old. Tonight we went to watch the fireworks by the stadium. We were sitting out on the lawn where we always do every year, just getting settled in, and Aspen was playing with her cousin Kristen. My sister called me for directions to where we were, and in the amount of time I turned to answer my phone and talk for a minute, she dissapeared. I have never felt so panicked. We were all looking for her, and my brother in law Jon asked me what color her shirt was, and my mouth dropped open. I felt like a horrible mother, because I could not clear my mind enough to remember what color shirt I had put on her that morning. This is when the tears started, and I admit, I cussed. For those who know me, you know I do not swear unless something really bad happens. I've just never been a cusser. Anyway, I started freaking out bad about the time that my sister in laws dad came walking over with Aspen in his arms. He'd seen her in some womans arms. The woman said Aspen had walked up to her and said "mom?" so she'd picked her up, and Aspen was just content to be held. The little stink. I was so glad she didn't make it far. There were LOTS of people, and LOTS of kids, so I'm glad nothing worse happened. I just kept thinking...this is how kids get stolen. I'll have to remember how fast the little stink is and keep a better eye on her. I use to hate those child leashes...but I don't so much anymore. They just make sense. So here's to my eye opener about being a better mom and keeping my eyes wide open.