Yesterday as I was preparing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen I decided to slip outside to take something out to the backyard. As I turned to come back into the house, Ava decided to lock the door, so she was locked in the house and I was locked out. For a second I didn't think anything of it because if she knew how to lock it, surely she knew how to unlock it, right? Apparently not. So, for about 10 minutes I tried explaining to Ava through the glass french door how to turn the little knob with no avail. Now I'm starting to get a little bit nervous. We have two other sliding glass doors that open up to the back yard so I decided to try the one that we use frequently knowing that it was probably locked...and it was. So by this time I'm starting to freak out a little bit. I had a pot of boiling water sitting on the stove, Ella sitting in her highchair and Ava getting a little scared not understanding why I'm not coming in the house. Then I remembered our neighbors have a spare key, so I jumped over the fence (Shane keeps the fence door locked and the key is where else? In the house), scraping my hand and ran to the neighbors house, but...they weren't home. I ran back home, jumped back over the fence (who knew I was so good at scaling walls?) and decided to try talking Ava through it one more time. When I got back to the door Ava was starting to get really scared, she had her blanket wrapped around her neck and was sucking her thumb. She had a look of fear and kept asking me why I wouldn't come in the house. I tried again telling her how to unlock the door, but she was turning the lock the wrong way. By now it had been at least 20 minutes and I was really beginning to panic and looking for something to break a window with. So before I did something so extreme I said a little prayer and decided to try one last obvious (but not likely) thing and try opening the other door leading out to the backyard from our bedroom. This door gets used maybe a handful of times a year so I really didn't expect it to be open, not to mention Shane checks all the doors every night before bed, so I just knew it would be locked. Well, wouldn't you know it....the door was unlocked! I wanted to cry when I finally made it into the house.
Now, I'm not trying to suggest that the door miraculously got unlocked, but I do know that it gets checked regularly and is rarely used, and for some reason that door was unlocked. I know someone was watching out for us and am so grateful for little miracles like this to remind me there is something greater than us and I do believe that there are angels among us!
Meet the daddy duck, "Jack"
And the momma duck, "Jill"
