Earlier this week when Bananas not only escaped from his pen but was chased to South Dakota by our bunny-lickin' Australian Shepherd, I was certain we had seen the last of him.
Even so, I prayed. So did some of you, bless your ever-lovin' hearts, and both Stephen and I were touched by your kind words in comments (and in twitter).
Yesterday, my daughter and I hit the road South Carolina-bound, marking year 14 in our annual Valentine Mother-Daughter Tea Party (recap next week, and if you have daughters or granddaughters, make a mental note to keep an eye out!). Mid-way to my in-laws, my cell phone rang; caller ID indicated it was my oldest son.
So enthusiastic I could barely understand him, the second time he explained the reason for his call, it became crystal clear: he and Stephen had seen Bananas in our yard, and together they wrangled that wascally wabbit back into his pen :).
…assuring Stephen a VERY happy Valentine's Day…
…assuring me that sometimes God sweetly answers in the affirmative the idiotic prayers of a faithful mother.