Mother's Day was just like any other Sunday. My husband works on Sundays so I have to get myself and the kids off to church BY MYSELF.
It gets hectic.
I was hoping that when I crawled out of bed and slugged down the stairs that maybe, just maybe, there would be flowers (& possibly chocolates!) waiting for me on the kitchen table.
Nothing.
Not even a note.
What a terrific way to put this mama in a bad mood!
Then I see a text message from him on my phone.
"I hope you have a wonderful day. I don't want you to think I forgot Mother's Day. I ordered you something that should have been here. It will be worth waiting for. I LOVE YOU!"
Okay, so that made it a little better.
Then I get to church and mom's all over the building are wearing corsages and smiles.
I start to feel sorry for myself.
Poor me.
I spend the day with my own mother and then back to church that night. People asked,
"Did you have a good Mother's Day?"
I wanted to get ugly and say
"NO. It sucked. You just made it worse by asking. Thanks for that."
But instead, I did what I usually do. Controlled the demon within. I smiled and nodded and high-tailed it to the van where I could
cry in peace.
Until, of course, my kids join me. I pat away the tears, start the van and we head home.
We are nearly home (within 2 miles) when I see a light flash once on the dashboard.
"BRAKE"
I start to panic a little.
One of my biggest fears is to have car trouble without my husband there to help.
I slow down a bit, still watching the dashboard to see if the light will flash again.
I look up to see something moving on the side of the road. I figured it was a rabbit or a cat so I get over a little to avoid hitting it. As I'm driving passed this animal, I realize...
IT'S A PUPPY!
An itty-bitty puppy all by himself in the road!
With my heart racing, I quickly turn the van around as soon as I can and go back to rescue the sweet creature before someone else comes along and runs over it!
I jump out, scoop him up and make my way for home.
And at that moment, every bit of anger, every tear from the day,
was forgotten.
Meet Roadie.
Appropriate, huh?
He is the sweetest, most well-behaved puppy I've ever been around.
And we have no idea where he came from or how he got in the road.
I can't help but think what could have happened to the sweet pup if it hadn't been for that little light on my dashboard that said,
"BRAKE".
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So, you are probably wandering if my Mother's Day present ever came and what it was!
Well, it did come and my husband was right. It was well worth the wait!! I'm very excited to show you because it's beautiful and perfect!
But that's for part 2 ;)
