Nothing We Can’t Handle

Today was my daughter’s eighteenth birthday. She also had a chorus performance. My older daughter, my mother, my stepfather, and my father came to town. We made dinner reservations after the chorus performance.

Someone hit my daughter’s car in the parking lot as she was leaving. The person that hit her didn’t have proof of insurance, so we had to call the police to make sure we had all of the information we needed. We wound up being about an hour late for dinner and we’re all getting to bed later than we planned.

It’s all good. The chorus performance was great, the birthday dinner was fun, no one was hurt in the accident, and the damage to the car is minimal.

We don’t get anything sent our way that we can’t handle. That’s because we can handle anything that comes our way.

Happy birthday, Rachel!