First, let's travel back to Father's Day nearly two years ago. You'll remember JP was rescued by the Fort Worth Fire Department after he was locked in the Altima. Remember? No...well I'll never forget it!
Today, JP - my opportunistic son - took a moment to "pay" me back. Here lately, when I take Stormie out for a little "break", I'll go out the front and the kiddos watch me from the glass storm door. Today was no different. However, when I returned to the door, JP had locked it! So, I pleaded with him to reverse the lock by using bribery, songs, etc. Really, I tried everything including making our escapade into a fun game. But, NO LUCK! Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. By this time, I'm a little frantic - praying, thinking, trying to hold onto our crazed Golden Retriever Stormie...IN THE COLD AND RAIN!
What's a mom to do? This mommy of two ran quickly (with Stormie in tow) to determine if another door may be unlocked. Surely one door on this house would be open. Ummmm...NOPE! So, I run back to the front door and check on my babies. Of course, JP - my little locksmith - is just fine...sitting on the couch watching Tangled...certainly not worried about his poor mama. But, Georgia began to show her worry - tuning up with whimpers. I ran next door to get help...surely my neighbor would be home. NOPE! All I could think about was how great it would be to have my cell phone. One call to Mrs. Joan at Mt. Zion and I'd be in the house in no-time. After all, this great lady knows how to make things happen - she's a miracle worker. If Mrs. Joan isn't available, I could call 911 - but, when you compare their speed to Mrs. Joan...Mrs. Joan smokes 'em. If those don't work out, Beth Jensen is just down the street - she'd be a huge help. But, I was scared to leave the kids alone even for two minutes. Of course, JP was loving it - I think he gets his love of mischief from Greg!
But, you know that Scripture tells us not to worry. So, I began to pray, "Lord, please send someone to help me." And, yes - my prayers were not mild, calm prayers...it was the 'let's get with it Lord kinda praying'. Within a few seconds, I saw a big black truck pull into the neighborhood...so, I flagged it down. When this military hero saw me, I'm sure his first thought was, "Wow, another desperate housewife!" Seriously, I was desperate! And, I certainly wasn't dressed as those on Wisteria Lane. This mommy was 'rocking it' with an old Dallas Cowboys maternity shirt (no I'm not pregnant - but, you don't just throw away with a perfectly good Cowboys shirt), hair pulled back in a ponytail, and rain-covered glasses. Thankfully, I did have a bra on! I digress.
The last scene of this story ends with a God-sent hero breaking into my house (with no damage), a rain-soaked mommy crawling through a window, and finally - reunited with two kiddos perfectly unscathed. Thanks JP for a wild adventure and fun story to share!
Yep, just another boring day at the LoveShack










