Every time we come home from Christmas we end up being the carrier service for all odd sized presents that don't fit elsewhere. (Which is fine, that's part of the reason we bought a van) This year we were especially loaded, and we were taking my sister, Gayleen, and another boy. We made really good time, and we were at the boarder of Utah/Idaho just coming out of Snowville when of course, we got a flat tire. Earlier in the trip, Brandon had said, "I hope we don't get a flat tire because it will be a pain to get out." (Our spare is inside, behind the front seats. Which of course was loaded. I guess is was better than unloading the back.) Well, of course that jinxed us and we really did get a flat! But, the Lord blessed us so much. Instead of the tire actually blowing up like it should have, it just slowly started leaking. Brandon felt it and was able to pull over safely. The tire has shredded with like a 10in gash in it. And because we were taking this other boy, Daniel, to Utah, he was able to go out with Brandon and help with the tire while Gayleen and I stayed in the car. (We weren't too keen on going out there!) They were able to get it changed safely, and we were able to drive home safely on our spare tire. (Despite our heavy load.) Though it turned the remaining 1.5 hour trip, into a 3 hour trip I am still so grateful that everything went well, and we were all safe. And the kids thought it was a grand adventure to be playing around in the care.
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What a blessing you guys were okay. I always hope that something like that doesn't happen to us on our drive back!
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