I had a heart-stopping moment last week. Lately things have been crazy and, in turn, they’ve made me and certain members of my family crazy. We typically hold it together pretty well but this last month or so some of us have had random outbursts of tears or frustration. Between weddings and vacations and work… it’s been stressful.
The week before my brother’s wedding I sat down on the couch to cancel and confirm some hotel reservations. I stuck the dogs out in the fenced-in backyard like I often do on sunny days and I plugged in the laptop so it wouldn’t randomly die. While I sat at home to work on that stuff K was in a car with my dad, cousin, and another groomsmen, all on their way to try on their tuxes. Keep in mind, up until this point I was holding it together pretty well.
So I logged on to check out the reservations and there’s NOTHING THERE. I call my mom because she booked them and this is her account, but she’s pretty clueless about the reservations. Eventually I find them via the booking code (but why they weren’t under “my bookings” is beyond me). So I go through and get ready to cancel a few since today’s the last day to do so and I realize that it’s 6:30pm. The business day is over. The website says there’s now a +$250 fee to cancel half the rooms. In the same breath, my husband calls to say that his tux doesn’t fit and he’ll have to drive 30 minutes north tomorrow and try it on again. Also, the plan for hauling the wedding “get away” car keeps changing and it’s getting frustrating. Also, there’s a knock at the front door but I’m on the phone freaking out to my mom now so who the hell is bothering me right now.
I huff and puff and button my pants (because I was halfway to my room to change into yoga pants when all this started) and I throw the door open. And a girl about my age is standing there with a dog that looks just like Lylee on a tatter blue leash.
“Are these your dogs?” she asks.
My jaw, heart, and stomach all dropped at the same time. I was speechless except for the, “Oh my gosh, yes” that I managed to mutter. I looked past her and saw Enzo dashing across the front yard.
I found my voice and sternly said, “Enzo, COME” and the little escapee stopped in his tracks and made a bee-line past me through the front door. The girl and I unhooked Lylee and I showered her with thanks before closing the door and staring at my two happy, panting dogs.
And then I literally fell to the floor and starting crying because hotel rooms don’t matter. And tuxes don’t matter. I have my two dogs and that’s what matters. The fact that my brother is going to say “I do” and marry a wonderful girl is what matters. I was peeved at my dogs but I nuzzled my face in the necks and cried with joy. I didn’t even know they were gone.
The hotel rooms worked out- I called and they canceled them without a fee. The car made it to and from Columbus. My husband looked incredibly handsome in his tux. Turns out the gate latch didn’t close and Lylee pushed out. And I still have no idea who the girl was that brought my babies home.
It’s jolts to my system like that that keep me grounded. Thank God they don’t happen every day. And thank God for that girl and her timing and her motivation to bring my dogs to me.
Don’t let the trivial things get to you, friends. They don’t matter. ❤︎