I had a pretty exciting day yesterday, and it wasn’t the kind of excitement I voluntarily seek.
Have you ever seen a rock as big as your fist flying toward your face at top speed? Thankfully, my truck’s windshield took the hit. I am fine, and my truck is at a repair shop in Little Rock for the weekend. We’ve been together for more than a decade, she and I- the least I owe her is a little vacation and some time at the spa. 🙂
Let me repeat: I am okay. But this was pretty scary.
I was on a rural 2-lane highway, headed south to visit my mother for her birthday. I’m sitting here with her right now, and while I’ve always been grateful when she and I can get together, the sun is that much brighter today. If things had been ever so slightly different, if that rock had flown even slightly harder, or any number of other tiny details, I might not be sitting here.
My family is amazing. It turned out that I was less than half an hour away from my uncle’s favorite repair shop. He called them for me, I made sure everything was drivable (including me), I met him at the shop, I made sure the repair crew and I were on the same page, and then my aunt and uncle let me ride south with them to Mom’s birthday dinner. Mom brought me home last night, and here we sit.
My fans are also amazing. Within seconds of my mentioning what had happened (and my saying that I was okay) online, I got flooded with comments, asking if I needed help with anything, thanking goodness and goddess and gods and my windshield that I’m okay, even offering to pitch in for the repair. Thank you all- we’ve got it covered, so please don’t worry. I appreciate you so much!
Here are some happier thoughts from my day at home with Mom. Mostly her flowers and her sweet, goofy dogs. 
