Mike arrived home this afternoon a little blue. He had been reflecting on the fact that he had just received this big promotion at work and no one in our family had congratulated him, we had not celebrated in any way, in fact, we were all pretty sad about it.
He was right. We got caught up in how we didn't want to move, didn't want months of separation, and all that there is to be done before he leaves. The fact that this is a great opportunity for him and in many ways a great blessing for us, just got ignored.
Well, we all quickly apologized and agreed that it was indeed an occasion that demanded to be celebrated!
So, we got all gussied up and went out for a really good dinner and spoke in a celebratory fashion.
Then we went to Home Depot to price out some of the improvements we are hoping to do.
THEN...while driving home on our bucolic country road...someone THREW A ROCK at the van and SHATTERED one of our side windows. Yep, shattered it.
Mike and Chance are back at the scene waiting for the police to come conduct what I suspect will be a futile search for the perpetrator/s, but at least we will have a police report if we need it for the insurance company.
So, a less-than-ideal cap to our evening of celebration.