Matt and I have the worst luck with cars. Maybe it's just I have the worst luck with cars. I will post the 22 week post later tonight. Let's just say one flat tire, one missing torque wrench, 7 lug nuts that wouldn't budge, one trip to sears, two car jacks, a broken car jack, two calls to tow truck companies and five hours later, I finally made it home. Sorry for the delay on the belly update. Matt did treat me to Chick-fil-a after the long day! I couldn't have survived without him.
I am grateful that when my tire blew out, I was not injured. I am safe and sound. God protected both me and Noah, and we are singing His praises this morning.
P.S.- I can't find my phone. Foggy Brain Syndrome strikes again.
Aww, well, there is one thing for sure...there is no where to go but UP from here, ya know??!!
ReplyDeleteHang in there! Thankful that you both were not injured!!!!!!!