no use crying over spilled milk

For the past seven months, I have been anticipating the birth of my friend Melissa's baby. We talk at least once a month about how she's doing, and I was excited for them when they found out they would have a little girl. Katelyn was born on May 10--what a beautiful Mother's Day gift.

We planned that I would bring her dinner on May 21st, just a few days after her mom went back home. I was SO excited about doing this for some reason. I planned ahead that I would be making them Hawaiian chicken and rice and rolls. I even made peanut butter cookies from scratch! I got everything all set to go . . . the food was hot and looked so good! Until I stepped out the door and this happened:

On any other day, this might've caused a tear or two, but for some reason I was ok. The first thing I did was to call Melissa and tell her what happened and that I'd be a bit delayed. There are two people in my phone with the name Melissa, however, and I called and left a message for my sister-in-law instead! Oops! She called me back and said, "I didn't know you were bringing me dinner tonight." That might be tricky since she lives in Colorado! So, once I talked to the correct Melissa, she was, of course, very understanding, and she ended up making the rice while I pulled a Hawaiian chicken together in supersonic speed. Wow, what a day!