One day we were out at their house following an appointment, and both of my big kids were hungry. Cheryl remembered that a Papa John's pizza place had recently opened in town. (I use the term "town" loosely because town was barely a tiny spot on a map and she lived quite a ways from there.) At that time, Papa Johns was the only pizza restaurant that was safe for Brennan's allergies.
I was thrilled to hear of an easy lunch option so that I didn't have to hear the kids whine about being hungry on the hour long drive back to our house.
We called to order a few pizzas, thinking that one of us would have to run to the store to pick it up. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that they'd deliver out as far as we were -- our lucky day.
Truth be told, I didn't think much about our pizza lunch for several months. Then Cheryl stopped me at church one day and asked if I remembered ordering Papa John's out at her house. Apparently, she tried to get pizza delivered and was told that they couldn't drive out that far. When she pressed the issue saying they had delivered before, their computer records showed that our pizzas had been picked up in the store.
We often joke about how God provided a pizza angel on a day when all of us needed a little bit of a break.
I'm sharing a "years ago" story corresponding to each letter of the alphabet for the Blogging through the Alphabet challenge hosted by Marcy at Ben and Me. I often tell my children stories of things that have happened in our past, and now I'm taking the time to write down those treasured stories.