Blessing Received

Last night the kids and I went across the bay to get library books and do a bit of craft and grocery shopping.  As I was nearing my last ounce of long-day patience, due to a lengthy and energetic fake-sword battle between David and Fiona, which was determined to threaten the dairy, a strange man approached me.

I thought, "Great....Yes, they are all mine and I'm sorry I don't have more control over this tournament battle, but, you see, we don't have a backyard and I don't take them out very much and especially not into crowds like these."

He explained that he was from a company called Roofing, or something like that.  Again, I had tuned him out, thinking he was planning to give me some schpiel ((yes, it is a word; I just wrote it, didn't I?)) about a discounted roof in the midst of a wet winter.

Then he handed me a slip of paper and said, "I'd like you to have this."

"Thaannkks."  A coupon, of course.

A COUPON FOR $100 OFF OF MY GROCERY BILL!!!!!!

All I could say again was, THHHANNNK YYOOOUUU," and pray my lung-collapsing sigh still held an ounce of minty freshness from that afternoon's teeth brushing.

The kids stood staring, mouths agape and perhaps drooling.

"Wow! He's so nice."

"He must know Jesus."

"I hope he's not married 'cause I'm marrying him!"

"Let me see that.  Is it really $100?"

"Does this mean we can get some ice cream?"

"Did he have freckles? 'casue I'm marrying a man with freckles."

THANK YOU.  Think: Cinnamon Breeze.