“Halt. We don’t know what direction they’re coming from” comes a firm, yet calm order. I can’t quite figure out where it’s coming from, but I figure that if I can hear it, I should probably follow his instructions.
My heart starts pounding like it might bounce right out of my chest, unable to exercise the same calm manner. At least someone has everything under control, he sounds like he does anyway. All I can think to do is be still, and wonder why on earth I thought it was a good idea to come get all of this stuff out of the car in my pajamas. What was I thinking?
I’ll tell you what I was thinking – ‘oh, shoot, I didn’t bring all of the bags in from Target last night and I still need to wrap Ellis’ birthday presents.’ That’s it, just trying to be a good aunt. And now I find myself being held hostage in my own front yard.
The guy in charge just said something else, but I missed it because the thoughts in my head are screaming so loud. What should I do? Do I stay where I am or run inside? If I run inside, I may draw attention to myself. Or worse, I may trip on my way in. If I stay where I am, I’ll just be caught in the middle of who knows what, without the chance to run.
I run in. Go, go, go! I’m in the door, it’s closed and locked behind me. Deep breath, take a deep breath.
I didn't get a picture of the invader, but I did get one of the guy in charge. I hear these guys are in most toy boxes, in every neighborhood, in every city across the U.S. Follow their orders, and you'll be safe - to infinity and beyond!
Here's to the millions of toys that make noise, and talk, and entertain for hours on end! More importantly, here's to Ellis who's laughter and love are contagious and unconditional. You are such a joy to each and every person that you meet, and especially to our family. I love you and cannot wait to see the amazing things that God has planned for your life! Happy 3rd Birthday!
To those concerned about my safety and well-being: All is well, I merely had Buzz Light Year in one of my Target bags. I truly had no idea I was hitting the buttons on his vest, causing him to give firm, yet calm orders!