Scary Times

We had quite the experience last night as we drove the 30 minutes to Ririe, ID in a blizzard! I found this beautiful dresser on a garage sale website about a week ago and have been drooling over it ever since. I could not stop thinking about it and how much I wanted it for the baby room to make into a dresser/changing table for my little sunshine. So after waiting in line and probably bugging the heck out of the woman selling it, we were on our way to pick it up! We just got a new crib a few days ago for free so I was willing to pay for the dresser what we saved on the crib. Can we just pause for a moment of congratulations in the fact that I GOT A CRIB FOR FREE....with a mattress I might add. The Lord loves us, I just know it! So we are on the way to get the dresser, its dark, its cold, but I am ear-to-ear happy to be getting this dresser! We are driving along and the snow starts coming down harder and harder. That's fine, it is February in Idaho so what do you expect, plus it had already been snowing literally all day so no big deal right? Except, at that moment both, yes both of Matthew's head lights on the truck go out at the same time. Does that even happen in real life? Yep. So we pull over to the side of the road and analyze. We are in the middle on nowhere...so basically anywhere in Idaho, it is freezing and there is a full on blizzard happening around us, and now we have no head lights. We start panicking and Matthew just keeps saying "are you kidding me right now!" I start feeling the pressure and get really nervous and antsy. I want this dresser okay, but I don't know what to do. Did that really just happen? How do we get home? Can we still get my dream dresser? So we check to see if the brights on the truck will work....they don't. Are you kidding me right now?! Check again, don't work. Check again, don't work. Check again....miracle! They worked. So we are saved! We keep heading for the dresser driving with the brights on. Needless to say we made no friends that night. Everyone was flashing us and there were a few select choice word people who really took it over the top and would flash us repeatedly or flash and wait until we were right about to pass each other and give us another flash right to the face. Have I flashed people with their brights on before? Yes. Will I even again? Probably not. Anyway, so during this whole fiasco I am bawling my eyes out and Matthew is trying to console me from across the truck. After we got going Matthew made the statement that 'the devil' knows we are doing what is right with moving forward with this adoption and getting things prepared for when our baby comes and is working to make it not happen. I completely believe this and I can feel it around me all the time. It is the same feelings I got when I was preparing to enter the temple. So I start crying...like the embarrassing cannot breathe, thank goodness it was dark, hands up to cover my face crying. Matthew keeps saying, "it's going to be alright, we are alright, what is wrong." And all I can make out is "he is so mean." Matthew says "who" and I kind of say "Satan is" through sobs and tears. He laughs at me.....men are so sensitive, and we talk about how even though I, at that moment am coming off as unstable, there is truth to our experience. I am so thankful for the knowledge that I have of the gospel and for the loving, and supportive husband that I am blessed with. We do feel the push of the adversary, but we are pushing back because we love this little baby who is working he or her way into our lives and we cannot wait to meet them! AND, thank goodness, we got the dresser! It looks beautiful in the room with the crib and I am literally restraining myself from buying out the entire Target baby section to fill it with!

Here is the dresser! I love it! I want to put the changing pad on the left side and all the little extras on the right. So, what do you think? Was it worth the experience is cost us?