object lesson

Today on my way home from picking up my kiddies from my mom's house, I decided to stop by Crown Burger for dinner. Quinn is at scout camp. I felt like a cheeseburger. I didn't feel like cooking one.

We ate. We hung out. We had fascinating conversations about upcoming grandma's birthday parties, super-heroes, primary activities, and cousin Morgan.

When it was time to head out I made the horrifying discovery that I had lost my keys. I was pretty sure they were in the locked car somewhere (which they were).

I was rescued by several people. Let's begin with the nice guy who gave me rubber gloves. Then there was the nicer lady who also donned rubber gloves and helped me dig through the garbage, next we come to the lady (whom I didn't know from Adam....er Eve) who lives in a nearby town and offered to give me a ride home (too bad I needed the carseats out of the locked car), then there was the gentleman who took special care to inspect my car very closely through the closed windows and crawled around on his hands and knees in the parking lot in case the keys had somehow ended up underneath the car. someone at the restaurant even gave my kids free ice cream cones while we waited.

The biggest heroes of the night were my folks. I tellya they come through for me every time. I am tearing up right now just thinking about them. They spontaneously and completely abandoned their Friday night plans for me. My dad drove an hour+ to get my extra keys while my mom stayed and hung out with me and my rowdies.

Oh, did I mention that I am teaching a lesson on service in Relief Society on Sunday? Hmm....