Have you ever had one of those Holy Cow, this was so meant to be moments? Where the stars aligned or all roads led you to the right path and hell didn't even have to freeze over for something amazing and wonderful to happen?!
I almost had one of those moments this morning. Almost. Let me explain.
Ever since we moved to our condo we've heard rumors that Darius Rucker lives in one the houses behind us. Let me tell you, we have had plenty of fun with that piece of information. Hear someone mowing their lawn? It's probs just our neighbor, Darius. No big deal. Wagon Wheel comes on Pandora? Psh, Pandora please. We can go get our neighbor to sing it to us live. Beat that. We've even tried to guess which house would be his. Since we know him and his tastes pretty well by now, I think we've successfully narrowed it down.
But...I'm getting off track. This morning I'm going for my run and it is dark and stormy out there. Obviously I should stay close to the complex in case the sky starts falling, so I decide to run around the small little neighborhood behind us. That's when it hits me. Obviously this is fate! God made today rainy so that I would decide to run close to home so that I would accidentally run into Darius as he is leaving his house for some reason on a Friday morning and we would exchange hello's and become best of friends! Summer barbecues at the Ruckers?! We're in.
We are so not in, though. Because the stars were not aligned. And the roads did not lead me to the right path of Darius' house. And God must have made today rainy for some other reason.
I would say I'm a tad upset, but my family is coming into town tonight. Tonight! Family beach time. Family food time. And maybe family Moore time with family Rucker time?