Sun Glare, an Old Buick & a 97 Year-Old Lady

We've been trying to get to a new church we're considering joining for 3 weeks now. Week one went something like this....Little dude is dressed in his Sunday best, Mom and Dad are in the car, diaper bag packed. Dude is hungry, so a bottle of formula is passed to the back seat and the car seat visor is lowered to block the sun. After 2 minutes, Little Dude is whining and looking up at us with disgust. He had burped up a majority of what he just ate...or so we thought. We pull over to clean him up and are suprised to find out just how much more was in his small stomach afterall. His first bought of carsickness. There was no going to church at that point, so we drove home as rapidly as we could.

Week two found Little Dude with a cold to top all others and being the responsible parents that we are, decided to keep his yellow snot and phlem at home in the confines of our home.

Week three....this past Sunday...we made it to the parking lot, puke free, snot free and even hit mostly green lights, which puts Mile High Dad in great spirits. We see a tight spot, but figure we can make it. Mile High Dad, typically the world's greatest driver and car enthusiast, pulls in and is suddenly blinded by the glaring Colorado sun, thus nicking the passenger door of the car next to us. Given the Buickness on the vehicle hit, we figure it belongs to one of the many elderly folks who might not notice the dent and scratch, so we decide to leave a note explaining our mistake. We were NOT going to miss the service on week three.

We leave church to find the Buick doing approximately 4 series of back ups and pull forwards to get out of her parking spot and hope that she'll call us to talk about fixing the small dent. She does...10 minutes later. Mile High Dad tells her that we'll pay for the damage and will do whatever necessary to help her out. 97 year old Emma has proven to be amazingly with it for someone nearing a century old and has called Mile High Dad over 11 times in the past 2 days. They have become fast friends really, but Mile High Dad is praying that this will all be over soon. I think we should adopt her and start brining her meals. How many times in life do you get to know a 97 year old woman who can still drive, talk, and go get estimates from body shops while telling them that their high bids are a bunch of crap? I'm relieved to know that spunk is not a trait that leaves you as you age.