Broken Down

Monday morning, I was on my way to taking Kaydon, Colton and Amia to school. The truck was acting very funny... except it wasn't too funny at the time. It began to sputter and then died. Like, died. Dead. Deader than a doorknob. Dead. The children got out and began walking the rest of the way to school. I called my brother. He came and tried to jump it, but it wasn't the battery. He took me to the high school parking lot to get the car. That left Jackson and Braxton a bit stranded, but I had to get to work. So, I texted the boys to tell them that they were stranded and I was on my way to work. One of my Streets' guys is a mechanic. I texted him when I got to work. It was their day off. I asked him what he thought I should do. He said, "I'm on my way to pick up your key." I cried. He showed up to get the key. ON HIS DAY OFF. He told me he was picking up Ash (another Streets' guy who had the day off) just in case they had to tow it.

I cried.

He called me an hour later, asking me where he wanted me to put the truck. I asked him what needed to happen. He said it was done.

I cried.

They put gas in it and parked it back at the apartments. They had fixed it. Just like that. They brought back the keys. I hugged both of them.

I cried.

Remember a long time ago when my guys told me, "All you have to do is look behind you. There will be 86 guys holding you up." Remember when they told me, "All you have to do is breathe. We got you." On their day off, they came to the rescue. Why would I be surprised?? They are such a blessing!

At the burial of P, the graveside portion had completed. No one moved. One of my guys handed me two blue ribbons to go place on the caskets. I walked up with Leesa. In front of everyone. I put a ribbon on the caskets, then cried and through sobs told P that I loved him. I went to turn to walk back to my guys. Leesa let out an audible gasp. All 86 of my guys had followed me to the casket and were right behind me as I said goodbye to my P.

Figuratively and literally, they are always right behind me!

Always!

Brake Time!

I was pretty sure that the brakes in the matchbox went out. Mister looked up the brakes that I needed for it. Jackson went and bought them. I took the matchbox and the brakes to work. Mr. Watkins told me to put the brakes and the keys on my desk. Cory came in and got them. An hour later, he was back and the matchbox was all better.

This girl is beyond blessed. Every single day.

Cheers to a vehicle that stops when you apply the brake pedal!

Friday Favorites - My Other Guys

I know you can't buy them, or eat them, or use them... but they are my other guys and I adore them!

My guys were recognized at City Council on Tuesday for their work with snow plowing this year. It was a very rough winter. There were many days when my guys didn't get more than 4 hours of sleep in between storms. They were not with their families on Christmas day or New Year's Day. They weren't with their families for several weekends in a row. They never complained. They never became impatient. They just did their jobs.

Most of the crew leaders and supervisors were there to receive their recognition. I sure do love these boys!