Patched-Up Pilot

I don't remember the last time I was this excited. I can't stop squealing and clapping my hands.

We've been without our family car for two full weeks. Since Jon's little truck can't transport our entire family (not to mention had failing brakes), we've had to do a bit of bumming rides and asking for favors.

It's not easy for us to ask for help. Earlier this week, Jon carried Natalie on his shoulders, in the pouring rain and howling wind (have you heard of our recent flooding?) to pick Caleb up from basketball practice at the school. I had the truck at work and he just couldn't bear the thought of asking anyone for a ride.

I came home from work tonight--dropped off by my friend who'd given me a ride--to see my shiny car sitting in the driveway. It's fully repaired and gleaming from the comprehensive washing it received after being put back together.

And another friend was in the garage with Jon, helping him replace the entirely worn out brakes on his truck. This same friend is the one that accompanied Jon to pick up the Pilot. Good guy.

I was so glad that just as I was arriving home, Caleb was needing to be picked up from his second basketball practice of the day. I simply couldn't wait to take my wheels for a spin. And I don't even like to drive.

It felt so good.

Now I've got to get to work on a whole bunch of thank-yous.