(Just a cute picture of Sommer for something to look at.)
Today when I got out of the car in the Hobby Lobby parking lot, a huge gust of wind blasted at my door right when I opened it, slamming it into the rearview mirror of the car next to me. The mirror shattered. I felt sick about it. And it made me mad. Really? I knew that I could just drive away, forget about the elastic and clear thread, and no one would know. But I didn't. I wrote a note (I have Post-its in my purse) stuck it to the mirror, and hoped that it didn't cost a ton of money to repair the damage to the nice Lexus.
I second-guessed all my actions through the morning. If we'd have left earlier, if I hadn't stopped at Auto Zone first, if I had just skipped going to Hobby Lobby like I have for the past few weeks since I hate taking Massi there. (Seriously, he's a crazy boy in that store and it is full of breakable things and he runs away like he owns the place and has no concept of getting lost.) So I grumped and felt awful for the next couple of hours.
Then I got the phone message from Lexus lady. Turns out her son-in-law rebuilds Toyotas. Lexus is part of the Toyota family. He has a spare mirror and can fix the car, no problem. Sometimes things happen, she said. You don't have to worry about it.
I know this experience will sound silly, ridiculous to lots of people. But it wasn't to me. It meant a lot to me that things worked out this way. I know there are tragedies happening and this is so little in the grand scheme of things but it was significant in my daily life and I felt watched over and loved.