But it seems from time to time life throws in a little quirk or two to put a twist on your good day.
After church this evening, we received a call. My son had fallen at work. Now it doesn't matter how old your children are (my son is a grown man), when you hear your kid has had an accident, for an instant it's like a knife cutting into your heart, then you get a grip on yourself and do what you have to do.
My husband received the call and went to hospital. Josh wound up with a broken nose with a gash on top of his nose and it looks like two black eyes coming on.
I'm very thankful it wasn't worse.
When he walked in my back door this evening I said "Hi, Son... let me see it"
"No", he replied (understand - my son was joking). To which I jokingly responded "that's not fair, your dad got to see it."
Again, Thankfully Josh is okay.
Now, let me tell you what else happened.
Just after we received the call about Josh and David left to go to the hospital, I went to my daughter's room and told her what happened and we discussed it, like girls do, for a few minutes.
I then went back to what I was doing (adapting a quilt pattern). I sat down at the desk and realized I had ripped the back of my pants, right at the edge of the right back pocket.
Now I'm hoping this rip occurred while at home, after church, this evening. The thought that it may have been ripped at church just mortifies me.
If it was ripped at church, I pray it was just the beginning of the rip, very tiny and not visible and then just got worse after I got home!