Today did not go according to plan.
We left the house at 6 AM – all 11 of us, dressed according to the highest Vision Forum code. We were wearing our khaki skirts and white shirts for the annual staff photo.
We didn’t technically have to leave at 6, but leaving later just doesn’t leave enough margin for traffic, vomit, etc. We learned our lessons in past years. Those years always wind up in the “gone awry” category. This year we had a great new plan. A fun plan. A plan that would work.
So we got up at 5, and left at 6. We drove all the way to town, an hour away, and stopped for breakfast. There was rain all around us, but here in town it was dry. There were low clouds ahead, but maybe they would burn off. The weather was far milder than in past years, perfect for standing outdoors.
We all trooped into WhatABurger like a mini-Duggar wanna-be family, turning heads and eliciting whispers and friendly stares. Texas is nice that way. They stare, but it’s all friendly. The girls were beautiful in their white and khaki, and the Perrys were dashing in their khaki slacks, button down shirts, ties and navy blazers.
We had a leisurely breakfast. We laughed and reminisced about other photo shoots. We were on time. We were happy. Birds were singing. We finished eating, and meandered out to the van. We changed a diaper and set out again. We were just minutes from the Alamo, and would be there at the appointed time.
It was beautiful, and then the phone rang. The birds stopped singing. The photo shoot was canceled, and would be rescheduled.
I would love to tell you that we all laughed at the irony and thanked God for a safe trip and a fun breakfast, but instead our van was suddenly filled with dead silence. We were crestfallen. Only hubby maintained his cheerful attitude, and did his best to spread the cheer.
“Why so quiet all of a sudden?”
There was a long pause, and I answered for the rest of us: “Because we have nothing nice to say.” I heard grumbles of assent. I’m ashamed to say I was a leader among the grumblers for a good while this morning. But when we went back to Vision Forum to drop hubby for work, I was struck and convicted by the cheerfulness of the others around us.
“Oh well,” said a smiling friend of mine. “I guess we get to practice being flexible.”
Ouch. Sometimes peer pressure is a good thing. I guess I can blame myself for the fact that the photo was rescheduled. I was obviously in need of some sanctification, and God knew exactly what to do. Now we get to try again next week, and see if I learned my lesson.