Sorting through a pile of receipts 2 months-high is not my idea of fun, usually. But this afternoon I consider myself totally blessed as these pesky pieces of paper remind me of what must have actually happened. I sit here baffled at by the facts staring me in the face...we found a car to drive within 3 days of arriving in Florida. We drove that car several thousand miles without a bit of car trouble, or a single incident with the tens of thousands of cars we must have rushed past at 70+ miles an hour (not to mention the risks we posed to ourselves). And then there's the reality of the funds that must have made that huge trip possible! Just thinking of the dozens of wonderful people we got to visit with for the first time in a long time. Man. So blessed.
Don't ask me if I'd be up for doing it again any time soon, but if these receipts prove we made that trip, and I guess they make it pretty hard to deny, there's not many things I'd trade for the joys they remind me of, sitting here now in my folks' basement office.
I can't help but think of all the so many things that could have gone wrong. Almost makes you think somebody was watching out for us.
