I've mentioned before that "Sliding Doors" is one of my favorite movies. If you haven't seen it, do. It's just great, and it makes you think a little about how small things can influence our lives.
I have three weeks of too much business travel followed by a week of vacation (adult style) and I am just missing the hell out of Sarah here in the middle of it. This week I'm in East Texas. Livingston, Texas.
Livingston is a long, tough drive and I had to get here last night in order to be at an early meeting in Woodville this morning. Woodville is thirty minutes east of Livingston. I am in the sticks, people!
Anyway, because it is such a haul I was really trying to get out of town Monday by 3:00. That wasn't happening, but I did roll out at about 3:30 but got stopped by the UPS guy at the end of the driveway who hands me an enormous box of...potato chips. That's a whole other story. Anyway, I get the box, take it into the house, and head out the driveway again, now 10 minutes later. I get to the end of my street and see Sarah's dad, on his way to the house with Sarah to get her dance stuff and you know I whipped that car around and followed them back so I could see Sarah's sweet face before I hit the road.
I only got to hug her neck and see her for about five minutes but it made all the difference in the world for both of us.
I'm glad my 104-year-old grandfather sent us a case of potato chips.