Sometimes Waiting Isn't the Worst Thing

We were giddy and today we learned Sometimes Waiting Isn't the Worst Thing. My grandma called this morning around 11am. She had some errands to run and then she'd be by to visit. She comes over once a week. I usually do her hair and we drink coffee and enjoy being women. My two smaller children were so excited. They refused to nap exclaiming they were waiting for "Charlotte the Great"! By Noon, they were wired from their sleepiness and in need of a nap. So, I promised when Charlotte the Great came, I'd wake them up. By 1pm I was restless. Where was she? My stomach was upset, I contributed this to the six pieces of Hershey's Bliss I'd devoured while waiting. And still...I waited. I really had no place to go, but by 1:30 pm I was feeling like I was late. Like I needed to be somewhere. I think I was just bored and looking forward to "girl time" had me anxious. Then it happened. About 1:57 pm the phone rang. My Grandma on the other end said, "I'm not coming over. I was in an accident." My stomach jumped to my throat. "Are you okay?" She said she was. She ran a red light crossing a highway and was hit on her side. It broke her car's axel and twisted it all up. She said she didn't know where she was it disoriented her so badly. All I could say was, "Are you sure you're all right?" To which she said she was. Then, what sounded like tears were approaching, she said, "I'm sorry." "There's no need to be sorry, Grandma. I"m just so glad you're okay." I may not see my Grandma today, but I am thankful someone was looking after her today so I can visit with her again soon! Sometimes Waiting Isn't the Worst Thing--it could have been much worse. I'm glad I was just asked to wait.