Yesterday began as a somewhat normal day. Dave, Leah and I were cuddling on the couch, watching the news and still waking up when my grandmother came knocking on the door. She asked Dave what had happened to his car. We all went running out to find that his windshield and 4 windows had been shattered with BB guns. Dave went to get his phone so that he could call the police, and that is when I noticed that two windows on my own car had also been shattered.
My first thoughts went to who would do such a thing. Who could be so cruel and insensitive to go up and destroy the property of someone else. The cops told Dave that there were about 15 reports from our neighborhood of shattered car windows. It is a good neighborhood and I don’t think anyone would expect something like this to happen.
We filed a report and were told that if the little shits who did this were caught they would definitely be brought up on felony charges and made to pay for the damage.
Then came another blow; Dave called our insurance company only to find that glass was not covered on our policy. We would have to pay for the repairs out of our own pockets. We made all the arrangements to have it done anyway and did whatever else we could to wrap things up.
We were left sitting in our livingroom, still in our pajamas, feeling quite demoralized. Suddenly, from one corner of the livingroom, Leah let go of the couch and took no less than six whole steps into the middle of the room, all done with a huge grin on her face. She had chosen this desolate day to perform a small miracle. She chose a day when her Daddy was home to see it, and when we both really needed some cheering up.
Tears in my eyes, I applauded and congratulated my baby girl. My little sunshine.