It is the little things in life that make me thankful.

It is the little things in life that make me happy and thankful. Tuesday night I handed B his math book and agenda. Told him to put it in his back pack. He took it to his room. It wound up buried under a dirty clothes, that should have been put in the laundry.
Wed. morning at 7:35 AM the phone rings. CID says NWMS. It was B, being very sweet, which is a rarity these days. He had left his math book, agenda and his Spanish homework in his room. I agreed to bring it to him.
I dropped off the twins and headed down the road the extra 10 miles to B's school. I park my car right in front of the door, after all I am only going to run in leave the book at the desk and be on my way. Just as I reach for the door handle I hear this really dull buzzing sound. A lady from inside opens the door and says, "I guess this is a real fire alarm, I think there is a fire in a bathroom up stairs". I cringe at the remembrance of the last fire drill I endured at this school. It took about 45 minutes to get all the kids out, accounted for, and back to class.
So I go lean on the back of my van thinking, B is upstairs but I hope he comes out this door. Sure enough about two classes file out and then the teacher that B is with. Next comes the B man. Dressed only in a T shirt and hoody, ( I told him to put on a long sleeve shirt this morning also, but he decided all his LS shirts were "too dressy".) It is 27 degrees outside. I realize that I am wearing his scarf, maybe I should hand it to him... not! I have some toboggan's in the car I could hand him one of those...no! I told him to dress for the weather, he choose not to.
And now for what I am thankful for: If I had arrived 5 minutes later, I would have never known why they were all standing on the lawn, I would have never seen B in all that bunch of kids and I would have been worried sick about him. [FYI: Monday night we got a call saying that there had been a student that day bring some kind of plastic gun to school-so my nerves are a little on edge anyway. The students are just acting crazy right now for some reason] So God put me there at a really good time. I handed him his books as he crossed the parking lot. After all the kids had filled out the door, I told a teacher that was standing there I was going to back up and get out of the way, and I was off...just as the fire trucks roared into the parking lot...thank the LORD for good timing (and a warm scarf!) The End.