Last night, when darkness had already descended on our unsuspecting neighbourhood and people of all ages were settling in for a well-earned night's sleep, we had.........a visitor. We had just returned from a lovely visit with some church folk and our spirits were high and we were happily recounting the events of the recent hours. The littles were in their cozy pj's, the older kids were getting ready for bed and Rich and I were doing a bit of tidying up, looking forward to some rest and relaxation.
When suddenly.........the doorbell rang. Twice. In very quick succession.
Rich thought he had accidently hit the doorbell when he'd thrown some trash out in the garage so he opened the door to the garage and fiddled with the bell. But it seemed alright. I, however, had some suspicions already. This had happened before. So, my razor-sharp mind quickly pulled up the most likely culprit. While Rich was fiddling with the doorbell, I had already figured out that we had a prowler. Rich didn't think a prowler would ring the doorbell, but I brushed this aside, knowing that when your family is potentially in danger, details don't matter. So, acting soley on instinct, I shoved the kids to the safety of the kitchen, told Rich to hit the floor, and grabbed the nearest weapon of choice. My trusty frying pan.
Okay, so none of that really happened, but I thought it would be prudent to put a little warning out there that if my "mama bear" instincts are aroused, you'd better watch it.
Let's rewind a little to the doorbell ringing. Twice. In very quick succession. And Rich fiddling with the doorbell in the garage. Once he realized that all was well with the garage doorbell, he was stumped.........(no, no that's not at all true. He wasn't a bit stumped. The "want to be the hero" in me keeps surfacing, but I'll work to keep it down......) Rich, being the MAN that he is, opened the front door. Can you imagine? Without a thought to his own safety, he opened the door. Wow.
And this is what we found:
When suddenly.........the doorbell rang. Twice. In very quick succession.
Rich thought he had accidently hit the doorbell when he'd thrown some trash out in the garage so he opened the door to the garage and fiddled with the bell. But it seemed alright. I, however, had some suspicions already. This had happened before. So, my razor-sharp mind quickly pulled up the most likely culprit. While Rich was fiddling with the doorbell, I had already figured out that we had a prowler. Rich didn't think a prowler would ring the doorbell, but I brushed this aside, knowing that when your family is potentially in danger, details don't matter. So, acting soley on instinct, I shoved the kids to the safety of the kitchen, told Rich to hit the floor, and grabbed the nearest weapon of choice. My trusty frying pan.
Okay, so none of that really happened, but I thought it would be prudent to put a little warning out there that if my "mama bear" instincts are aroused, you'd better watch it.
Let's rewind a little to the doorbell ringing. Twice. In very quick succession. And Rich fiddling with the doorbell in the garage. Once he realized that all was well with the garage doorbell, he was stumped.........(no, no that's not at all true. He wasn't a bit stumped. The "want to be the hero" in me keeps surfacing, but I'll work to keep it down......) Rich, being the MAN that he is, opened the front door. Can you imagine? Without a thought to his own safety, he opened the door. Wow.
And this is what we found:
Love right back at ya, whoever you are!
1 comment:
that's really cool!! i bet the kids liked it! i am SOOOOOOOO exited about seing every-one at camping!!
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