I’ve heard that if you want to make God laugh, make plans. Well, friends, God must be chuckling away.
Mister and I are in the move groove and we’ve tried to schedule, finagle, cajole and mold all the details into a pretty, pertinent package. And we’ve done so well, y’all. Multiple service appointments on one day, during the same service window. Cleaners and movers in the proper order. Atoms swirling and stars aligning. Real beauty. Truly.
And then came the laughing from on high.
The move has hit a hiccup. But it will eventually happen. It will. If I keep telling myself that – often enough – it will come to pass. Right?
You don’t have to answer. Because I believe. I do.
And as it happens, I love the sound of laughter. Especially from on high.