Snowstorm!

Last night was surreal.

I went to see my dad’s show again, because it’s really fun and he’s so cute in it. They wanted him to wear this turban thing that looked ridiculous on him, so he brought in his own arab head thing (I can’t think what they’re called) that he got when he was stationed in Lebanon. So he still looked ridiculous, but was proud of it.

I started the drive home, and it was so beautiful. The theater is in the old part of the city, which is usually kind of ugly, but with all the snow, it looked like a Christmas village or something. And there were hardly any people out, so the driving wasn’t too bad to start with. The snow was all powdery instead of packed down and icy.

I was just thinking about how beautiful it was, and how lucky I am to have such a cute, quirky family (who else has a dad who is a doctor/actor?), and to have a husband and two adorable kitties waiting at home for me. In spite of the recent job suckiness, hubby’s situation, and not having a baby, I felt at peace. I prayed and thanked God for my blessings.

But, to quote Forrest Gump, "right then, God showed up!" I turned onto the highway, and the snow and wind suddenly picked up. I slowed down a bit, as did everyone else. Except for some %^$-ing jerk who came weaving up through the cars behind me. As he went to swerve around me, his SUV spun out of control, coming less than a foot away from my drivers side door. He somehow wound up facing forward, and went on his way.

After my heart started beating again, I continued cautiously down the highway. I realized how quickly all the things that I had just been grateful for could be taken away from me. The snow got heavier, to the point where I couldn’t see the headlights of the car 20 feet in front of me, and could barely see the road right in front of my car. All I could see was white. Everyone on the highway was down to about 15 miles per hour, because we couldn’t see anything.

I normally drive about 5 minutes on the highway before taking the exit that goes to my house, but it took about 45 minutes last night. Since I couldn’t see far enough away from the car to see any signs, I couldn’t tell where I was, or if I had missed my exit. Finally, the snow let up just enough that I could see the car in front of me, and dimly make out the signs next to the road.

So I got home safely, but that was probably the most scared I have ever been while driving. I honestly thought I could have died (when the guy almost hit me), or gotten lost or stuck in the snow. Realizing how fast everything can be taken away from me made me more determined to appreciate what I have, and to thank God every day. I know He has a plan for me, and I know that I’m not finished living yet.

I’ve been whining a lot lately, and I think it’s because I’m always just looking forward to the next good thing. I’m waiting until hubby gets a job, and until we can start trying for a baby. And then I’ll be waiting until I’m done with school and can start my career. And once I start my career, I’m sure I’ll find something else to wait for. I need to enjoy this time that I have to be with hubby, with no real responsibilities besides working and paying the bills, and taking care of our kitties (not too hard).

Why is it so hard to just enjoy the life I have right now? I love my life. I love that I have a hubby who worries when it takes too long for me to get home, and rubs my feet every night. I love that my family is weird. I love the fact that I feel closer to God every day. Maybe someday I’ll be where I want to be, but I need to enjoy getting there.