Best Laid Plans

Silly me. Oh silly, silly me.

Here I was worrying about who was going to be at the airport with me when I finally reunited with Michael and what would happen after our little reunion that I didn't even bother thinking about the possibility that I might not actually make it to the airport.

Want to hear a funny story? (not funny haha, more like funny ironic)

The plans were set. My parents and I were driving to the airport to meet Michael for his 8:50 arrival into Baltimore. His parents were going to meet us there. We were all going to go out to a lovely brunch at a restaurant near the airport that I painstakingly researched and planned. My parents and I got up bright and early Sunday morning. We got ready. We got in the car. We were about halfway to the airport. My mom and I were both taking a nice little snooze on the way. I was sitting in the front with my dad so that I could recline the seat and take pressure off of my back and also keep the seatbelt below my belly...... when... suddenly... I felt the car swerve a bit or possibly slow down.

I opened my eyes to see a rather large buck racing across Highway 70 headed directly for our car. My dad put on his breaks, but that buck was just adamant that he was going to run straight into our car. Impact. The deer flew off to the side (this equals blessing number one) and I saw some pieces of car fly into the air. My exact outloud reaction to the incident: "Oh. Wow."

We pulled to the side of the road and my parents got out and assessed the damage. The front of the car was jacked-up, coolant leaking like crazy. Assessment = this car wasn't going to make it around the block let alone the rest of the way to the airport.

OMG.

We spent the next hour and a half/two hours in a burger king waiting for a tow truck to pick up my dad and the car and my sister to pick up my mom and me. Mike's parents who were thankfully already headed to the airport picked him up and we all met back here at my parents' house for an impromptu reunion and a brunch courtesy of my lovely save-the-day sister.

It was without a doubt one of the strangest mornings of my life. Even as I tried to be flexible about not having expectations about the reunion, our reunion still managed to shock the heck out of me. The morning was nothing I could have ever imagined.

But, you know what? It really was perfect... because we were finally together... and, in the end, that's all that mattered.

My dad's car and the deer, on the other hand... they did not fare so well in this whole strange turn of events.

The baby is fine, though. The Honda Pilot, people. It is now my favorite car. I barely felt the impact of that gigantic buck (he was a big boy, folks) so thankfully the baby suffered no negative effects from our wreck.

I have much to be grateful for.