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Ignorance is bliss

Jeremy and Magdalena got home from Puerto Rico on Monday. It was only in the car on the way home from the airport that Jeremy told me that on their second night there, he woke up at 3am to go to the bathroom and came face to face with a would-be burglar.

There was a pane of (sliding door balcony) glass between their faces, but still. FREAKY. Jeremy reached out and hit the glass door with his hands and it scared the intruder away.

In the morning, they discovered that a few of his family's rental cars had been broken into. In fact, one of the cars had had a wrapped wedding present inside. The thief took the time to unwrap the gift before, as it turned out, not stealing it. It was a spice rack. He left it behind.

I was so glad Jeremy didn't tell me about all this at the time. I would have worried so much about him and Magdalena. Instead, they're fine, they're home, and I never had to lose sleep over a situation that was completely out of my power.

Have you ever been glad when someone didn't tell you something? I withheld from Jeremy the information that I was pregnant with Madgalena for a little over two weeks. He was right in the middle of his PhD comprehensive exams at the time, which was an extremely busy and stressful period for him. I figured I could keep the pregnancy news under wraps for a while until he had spare brain cells to deal with it. I'm sure he was grateful.

Flashback Friday: Three coincidences

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