I was having a really bad morning. It all started because of HUBRIS.
See, I do a lot before 7 a.m. I feed people, get them ready for school, pack lunches (which the shorties are really good at doing for themselves the night before but the performing arts school kids miss that task about 80% of the time), get everyone dosed up with their meds, unload the dishes from the night before, start the laundry.
I'm not bragging. At least, I don't think I am - it just requires a butt ton of stuff to get everyone up and out the door.
Today, I also tossed some frozen cookie dough into the oven. (I happened to discover 15 frozen cookie balls I'd saved from the last time I made Coconut Browned Butter cookies while I was hunting for frozen fruit for smoothies, and I thought it'd be easy enough to bake them while I was standing RIGHT THERE in the kitchen) And my husband needed a work shirt pressed, so I thought that, while everyone was brushing hair/teeth/applying deodorant/getting socks and shoes - well, the ironing board was right there, and it ony takes a few minutes, and then I'd be super ahead of the game. My son had washed my daughter's euphonium the night before and he was working hard to get it together, even though one valve was being difficult and it was a struggle - but it was all getting done.
I was ROCKING THIS EARLY MORNING STUFF.
Gah. I'm so dumb. See? HUBRIS.
I got the cookies out of the oven, finished the shirt, sent the high school kids out the door loaded up with instruments and book bags, lunch boxes, hand cream, etc - and went upstairs to get my own face washed and get dressed to drive the shorties.
AND THE ENTIRE WORLD WENT TO SHIT.
My son loaded his tuba in his sister's car and set his eyeglasses on top of the trunk, and they fell off the trunk and got slammed into it.
And then he freaked out, because his glasses were smashed, and he remembered I had stored his spares in my truck, so he went to get them
And when he did, he lost control of his protein shake and it spiraled out of his hands and cascaded all over the front seat of my truck and his legs and
He was cursing and screaming and I was upstairs and my phone started ringing and it was his sister, telling me that if they didn't leave NOW they would be late and why didn't I know what was going on downstairs, couldn't I hear it?
And I got all of that cleaned up and she went to school alone and I took the shorties and then I took him for a late arrival and when I pulled up at my house, I was super annoyed and frustrated with my morning - and last Tuesday was a helluva day as well, and I hoped that this one wasn't following a similar bent, because the Good Lord KNOWS I wasn't going to be able to deal,
And I looked up and saw just a tiny corner of a rainbow. And I FLEW out of the car, and through my house, and out the back. I saw a rainbow, or rather, the left third of a rainbow. I climbed my kids' play structure - hey, that was tough, I'm not a kid anymore! - and leaned over the top of it, hanging off the structure, to take a few pictures.
And the rainbow grew from left to right and completed itself.
I climbed the ladder at the back fence - and the top step crumbled under my feet (it is really old and we've rebuilt every step EXCEPT that one) and I smacked my chin on the top of the fence when the step crumbled, but I barely noticed
because a double rainbow formed
and it started raining and I stood in the backyard, mesmerized by the show God was putting on for me. I took picture after picture, wide grin on my face.
I looked like a righteous fool. I was soaked and I could not stop smiling.
It was stunning. It was amazing. It was a desperately needed gift from God.
And I could not stop smiling.