Crazy lady in pajamas and two saints

First of all, let me tell you that we had a wonderful visit with friends this past weekend. Our house was filled with the smell of tacos and the delightful sound of laughter. Heidi and Don were the friends that introduced Tim to me. They were married on May 2nd. Finally!

Now, the pajama story. Tim left for work at six a.m. as usual. He kisses me goodbye...I go back to sleep. At seven a.m. I hear a knock at the door. It's too early for the Jehovah's Witnesses! Panic sets in. With morning eyes and tangled hair, I jump out of bed trying to tell myself that I'm not crazy and this isn't just a dream. Rub the eyes...go to the door...passing Kay's bedroom...she's not there! I know what's coming. Our quiet, sweet neighbor was at the door asking me if I knew that Kay was down the street. No!!!

Out the door I go. (I've been up for twenty seconds!) Slip on shoes...coat on...PJs on. I found her. I saw her fall trying to pick up a leaf. Now the saint comes in. Some angel stranger stopped her car in the middle of traffic, rolled down her window and asked if we needed help. All the ferry traffic was rolling by and she just stopped! Some commuters might have been upset, but I'm now thirty minutes awake, in my morning garb, on a sidewalk, trying to get Kay up. She was tired from her walk, but I am thankful for the quick knock on the door and the stopping of traffic to check for help. I would have slept through a nightmare.

All is well now.
Sarah~