After Diesel came home from work yesterday, he and I along with Choo-choo had an evening of fun planned at our local county fair. We were going to eat delicious, albeit unhealthy, fair food and homemade ice cream. We would visit the show rabbits and all the other farm animals. We’d check out the rows and rows of antique tractors.
Then life showed us that no matter what or how much you plan, things can always take a turn.
The sprinkles of rain on the way there didn’t do much to deter us. However, the line of people waiting to buy tickets–starting from the ticket booth, winding through the parking lot, all the way to the street–was daunting. Although we already had Choo-choo strapped into his stroller, we decided it just wasn’t worth standing in line for possibly thirty minutes with a whiny, hungry child.
We instead went to one of our favorite restaurants nearby for dinner. On our way up to find a toy/hobby/train store, Diesel mentioned there often being a car show in that area, only he didn’t know when and wasn’t quite sure where. Lo and behold, what did we find two blocks later but the very same event.
As we pulled in to find a parking spot, I couldn’t help but smile. Call it divine intervention, fate, a coincidence, whatever you want. I wasn’t, and still am not, sure what I consider the turn of events. I just know how happy my husband and son were, and how happy I was as well. In the end, our plans came to fruition after all.