It had been one of those days where you can't find socks that matched, your 3 year old daughter Bianca smeared strained peas on her clean clothes, and the top of the sugar shaker fell off into your coffee. Annemarie was certain that nothing could make her day turn out any better than it had started. She gathered the baby, her briefcase, and her syrupy-sweet coffee and slammed the front door behind her. She buckled Bianca into her carseat and ran around to the the driver’s side. As would be expected, in the moments between leaving the house and getting into the car, the sky exploded into ropes of heavy rain. Annemarie sat in the driver’s seat, and, on the verge of tears, pulled out her key to slide into the ignition.
The key stopped short, and with exasperation, Annemarie forced harder until she realized that her husband had thoughtfully tucked several daisies into the ignition. Attached was a note on the back of his business card: “Looking forward to our weekend plans… have a wonderful day. Love, Me.”
She sighed and decided to take a few moments to refocus herself before dropping Bianca off at the sitter. She skeptically uttered a quick prayer for protection, strength, and the ability to make it through the day unscathed.
Annemarie pulled onto the street, and saw, out of the corner of her eye, a small white dog dash in front of her. Slamming on the brakes, she heard the sickening screech of her tires on the road beneath her. Time stood still as she opened the door and stepped onto the street. The elderly woman chasing the dog yelled a few choice words at Annemarie and continued on her way.
Stunned, Annemarie slumped to the ground. Had her skeptical prayers been answered?
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