Sunday, May 25, 2008
We went for a motorcycle ride this morning and met some friends for breakfast in Oregon. After breakfast, we rode along the Rock River but the sky was getting dark and we heard thunder so headed for home. We arrived home a little windblown and damp, but not drenched. Praises!
We weren't home too long and decided to take one of those indulgent Sunday afternoon naps. I was almost asleep when I heard the house door open and a voice that sounded like Luke, our son from Springfield. Sure nuf! He was in the area for a service call for Hagie. This time of year it doesn't matter what day of the week it is, he could get called out. Little did we know we drove right by the farm he was working on when we were trying to escape the rain and wind. He stayed most of the afternoon so we had a good, long visit. What a nice Sunday surprise!