another random sign from God....
So, we were at Cracker Barrel on Saturday with a friend and Nora didnt want her chicken fingers. So I got out the vienna sausages (I know, I'm a terrible mother, right?) and made brad open them b/c i cant stand the smell. He ended up cutting his finger, but the only bandaid I had was a huge one from when Nora cracked open the back of her head a long time ago. But in the parking lot, in one of the little green areas in the middle, was an unopened bandaid, still good, still in an unripped or stained package. A present from God? Maybe not, but it was definately needed. :-)