My car wouldn't start this morning. It has only happened a few times, but it is the worst feeling when you get in the car to go to work, and your car does not start. I normally do not build in much extra time into my commute to work (especially now with Caleb...wait, makes me think I should add in extra time since you never know what will happen with him), so when something like this happens, I get worried that I am going to be late to work.
Since my car wasn't working, Chris had to come back home to pick me and Caleb up to take us to church. Even in the midst of being frustrated about my car, it was so nice to have Chris taking us to church.
I love family. I love the feeling that there is someone who is there that cares about you and wants to help you. I love being that person for my other family members. It makes me feel so comforted knowing that I can call my husband or my other family members about anything and that they will jump at the chance to help. This afternoon my dad is picking Caleb and me up from church and is coming over to look at my car.
What would I do without family?
I would go crazy!
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