Saturday, May 15, 2010

Water, water...

So, spent about two hours in a traffic jam on the way over the mountains to Paul's Saturday AM graduation. Pouring buckets.

William starts messing with his window (the little bugger) and it gets stuck in the down position. But, we're stalled in the middle of a traffic jam in the middle of industrial Denver, not an off-ramp in sight. In the rain.

Finally. Finally. Cars start moving and we get to a gas station. And thank God the window goes up (with some serious encouragement). Still raining buckets.  And snowing in the high country.

Got to Grand Junction.  Found a cheap but clean motel. Thank God. Made it to Paul's graduation. Rained more buckets. All the way through the graduation.

But Paul was grinning from ear to ear when he got that diploma. And so were we.

Then went to I-Hop.  Waited almost an hour (behind a bazillion other graduates and their families) for a table. Had pancakes. Yum.

Headed home.  Rain stopped.  Finally.

Went to Cousin Wendy's grad party. Visited with Uncle Steve.  Headed all the way home. Feeling sticky and wrinkled after sitting in the rain and drying, sitting in the rain and drying.  Thinking about my own soft, warm bed and a nice hot shower...

 Finally got home. Well not working. No water.


But. Gabe comes in the front door and says: "What a happy day, Mommy! Paul got his graduation, we got to see Nicole and Grandma and Grandpa. And I learned how to tie my shoes." (Which he had hours and hours of practice on in the car.)

 It was a happy day. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. But. It was a happy day. 

It is a happy day.

God is good.


GrandmaK said...

Indeed, what a happy day!!! Like I was there!!! Thank you for this post! Cathy

Diana said...

What a good day, I can not go to a graduation without shedding tears! How about you? Love Di ♥

MightyMom said...

Goodness! Glad he put all that spare time to use.