I made a 40 minute road trip out to Cheney - past Cheney actually, to claim the two 6' Costco folding tables of my mother - that we used at #7 & #10's graduation party. I spent some time with Koda and Buford before putting the tables in the car. Once the seats were down and the liftgate open, I grabbed the tables one by one and slid them into the car... and away I went. 40 BACK down the road I came, and... perhaps a little longer with the one lane road construction going on.
Black Betty climbed up Hatch hill and I parked her at Albertsons, knowing I needed to get in there before ALL of the gatorade sells out due to hot weather and Hoopfest. Too late, all of the good flavors were gone so I sat in the aisle for a bit texting to Wack to find out what would be the next best flavors and as I did that ran into some friends and chatted it up. All told, I was in the store for 15 minutes probably.
I wheeled my new mini cart (I just love those) out to the car, opened up the back, threw in my bags and the gatorade, slammed it shut, took the cart to the cart collection thingy - you know "Please return your carts here." That thing... and hopped in the front seat of my car. As I put the key in the ignition... this little fella hopped across my dash:
As quickly as I had hopped in and it had hopped away from the steering wheel, I hopped the hell right back out of my car and slammed the door! I watched as this teeny tiny little creature hopped over towards the steering wheel again and appeared to be looking at me. I walked around to the other side and unlocked the door, opened it, in hopes it would hop right back out of my car. But wait! SLAM! I shut the door again. I'm sitting in the Albertsons parking lot, pacing around my car, looking in the windows and realizing if I let it hop out onto this big parking lot - it's likely to get run over. So now what?
I know. I'll text my husband, who's at work, in a frenzy as I try to figure this out:
This little frog continued to hop-about in the front and finally, as I was peering in the drivers side window again, it hopped to the seat and then climbed up the window. Yes... it had been watching me. It wanted out. It was HOT out after all. But not here, not in the lot. After a few minutes, it hopped back to the back again and I could see it on the furthest edge of the table - so I went for it! It was not my smartest move but this was how it had to go down:
I hopped (such a good word for this post) into the front seat, keeping my eyes on the rearview mirror to see what the frog would do. Started the ignition and the moment the air started to flow... what did she do??!?!?!? Climbed into one of the vent thingy mabobs in the way back. Now some people I told that to last night immediately thought "Eeewwweeeee" and figured the frog would get stuck in there and die and I'd have this smell and yada yada yada. But my first thought was more like "Uhhhh wait. Please tell me you haven't been LIVING in my car?" I figured this was as good a time as any to gun it home, keeping an open mind that at any moment it may well hop into my hair, fling off my shoulder or land on my hand on the steering wheel. I was preparing myself for that the whole way home (like 53 seconds if the light stays green). I pulled into the garage and Blue Eyes (this seems fitting) is standing in the driveway tossing a baseball in the air and catching it. He watches as I roar into the garage and is looking at me with this "What the...?!?!?" as I get out, slam the door and yell "There's a frog in my car!"
Let me just tell you... it's not something I expected first. Second, it's not something anyone I told was expecting to hear either. I told Blue Eyes it was in the little vent, that I was going to open up the back and wait for it to come out.
"Ready. Set.... AAAAAACCCKKKK.... GO!" And I opened up the car. I pointed to the vent to show Ryan where the frog was and he says "It's right there mom."
"What?!?!? Where??!?!?"
He points to the table and sure enough, it's just sitting there, watching us.
It took a minute or so, but it finally jumped out and found it's way to the grass by the garage. I snapped a few photos and then told Ry I wanted to hold it. I mean... I said it out loud... and I thought I wanted to hold it... but before I could really think that through, Ry had gone over, picked it up and I snapped that photo above. Then he set it back down (because telling you he tossed it back into the grass is uncool) and walked away as I sat and watched it hop here and there and finally burrow down into the soft, thick grass. I came inside and unpacked stuff and went out a few times to check on the frog, each time, there it was... likely as traumatized as I had been... poor thing.
So if you ever read my posts - you might remember, on Year 1 - when we went to visit my niece Sarah's - grave site. It was a clear day, no one at the cemetery but us. Rob and Liz had brought some fresh flowers to put at her headstone... which, on either side, has a "built in" if you will, flower "holder". So they pulled the flowers out of the holder on the left and replaced them with the new, fresh flowers. As they went to remove the flowers from the other side, we noticed a little frog, much like this, sitting there on the stone. As soon as the flowers were removed, it hopped down into the flower holder...
I walked past a few other headstones in search of any kind of life at all... and found none. Just this one cute little frog, who seemingly was living at this one spot - who looked at us as if to say "I got this. It's okay."
This post isn't to suggest it's the same frog. That would be insane and ridiculous. But this little guy rode with me for 40 minutes, never disrupted my driving - which... it would have had he jumped on me WHILE I was driving... and totally appeared to find a spot the moment he hit our lawn. I over analyze things, over think things... over stress things... but as I watched him - at some point "Sarah's frog" jumped into my head - and while I believe there's a connection, I'm not sure what it is (let me over think it for a while) I am content in knowing, believing, that this little frog, the same size, same cuteness as the one in Demingham... is a symbol. And right now, (I think) that symbol is nearby to my house and while I'm sure it seems odd and a skoche crazy to you - I'm feeling calm and at peace.
Now I think back to just yesterday and Ryan's quick step to pick it up when I said I wanted to hold it (which I never did) and how it just let him pick it up and hold it there while I got just the right picture. With all of Ryan's run-in's in Pullman with "Sarah's Boys", doesn't it seem just a bit uncanny that it was he who was outside when I pulled in? He who was there to take that in with his crazy mom? Especially given, that 99 times out of 100, my kids are NEVER outside when I pull up from somewhere.
There's no such thing as a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.