It has been a tough two weeks. After my #metoo incident, I have had to do a lot of work to be ok. It makes me angry how much is has affected me, my relationships, my thought process, and my work. But I am getting through it and I know eventually, I will be fine.

Yesterday, I saw my counselor in the morning and went into work in the afternoon. As soon as I sat down, I got a call asking me to facilitate a restaurant pickup in another state. I work for an aviation catering company, and my client is one of the largest charter brokers in the country. Without hesitation, I began making phone calls to get this owner exactly what he wanted for his departure.

The coordination took a little effort as the restaurant stated they do not allow credit card payments over the phone, and we were having a car service pick up and deliver the order. I spoke with the events director and asked if they could make an exception. Eventually she agreed and I asked that she email me the receipt.

A few hours later, I got an email with the receipt attached. I opened the attachment so I could document the total amount, and send it off to the correct accounting team. The first thing I noticed was ‘Server Name.’ It was my angel in Heaven’s first name and last initial. Coincidence? Maybe. But his name is not common. And the last initial was identical. There he was, my sweet angel in Heaven, saying ‘Hello, Mommy!” right there on the receipt.

Then this morning, as I am driving my angel on Earth to school, he points out the fogginess of the morning, then says he can see the moon. It’s big and bright this fall morning, and he says, “Mommy, I see the moon! Is that where my brother lives?”

I laugh a little, out loud, because I can only imagine what is going through that cyclone-spinning little mind of his. I chuckle, and say, “It’s close. Your brother is in Heaven.”

“And there’s a zip line he can ride to the moon!” He exclaimed.

“Yep. That’s Heaven, buddy. Absolutely.” I respond.

I remember the line from “It’s a Wonderful Life” when George Bailey tells Mary that he will ‘lasso the moon.’

It is indeed a wonderful life. I don’t know how in the world I got so lucky.