How can a small, battered For Sale sign have a story attached to it? Well, if you know my OCD tendencies, and my daughter’s special gift with cars, then you should have no problem believing there is one attached to this one. Keep reading to find out what it is.
First off, I have to state that this sign only started out as slightly battered. It now looks as if it barely survived a rabid, metal monster attack, but I’ll get to that part in a minute. Let’s start at the beginning.

A few days after we accepted an offer on our house (read the two previous blog posts), I was sitting at our dining room table writing away. I remember glancing out the window and seeing our lonely mailbox surviving another long day positioned on the far corner of our yard. Then without another thought of the plight of this poor mailbox, I returned to my writing. But it was only a few moments later when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that our mailbox had a friend.

I shook my head, surprised that someone could have placed his friend without me seeing them, then smiled and said to myself, “Wow, it must have been a Sign Fairy.”

I sprang up with excitement because even though our house was already under contract, I still wanted a For Sale sign so I could take pictures of it for this blog, but once I was outside, my excitement plummeted.

I had been hoping for one of those tall, masculine-looking wood post signs placed dead center in our yard that screamed “Look here, this spectacular house is for sale!” not this small, slightly battered, metal square—positioned on the corner of our yard, no less. But after mentioning my disappointment to my husband more than a few times (who, after 20+ years of marriage, is quite used to my obsessiveness), I became resigned to the “not quite what I had been hoping for” sign. And when the Sign Fairy showed up and placed the Under Contract attachment—once again under our noses—I had moved on.

Oh, who am I kidding? I still wanted the tall sign!

Now the part where our daughter comes in. Said daughter came over the weekend after the Sign Fairy’s second visit to pick-up the items we had set aside for her. She had to borrow a friend’s car to do this because her car is always in a state of brokenness. We loaded up this borrowed car to the brim—something she’s famous for doing—while it was parked on our slightly inclined driveway. But it wasn’t long after my husband and I went inside before my eyes caught this fully-loaded car rolling down our driveway with our daughter trying to jump into it, and our son trying to stop it from behind in an attempt to keep it from pinning his sister, and from destroying the Crab Apple tree and the finally-got-a-friend mailbox, then ultimately, his car parked along the street.

But as I’m running out to help, low and behold, the small, slightly battered sign caught the driver’s side door and slowed the car’s pursuit, making it possible for my daughter to get in and pull the emergency brake so that her brother wouldn’t become roadkill. (Now in her defense, the car did not have keys in the ignition, so it never should have rolled.)

So to wrap this story up in a nice, big, sparkly bow, the sign I was so disappointed with ended up saving both my children, the soon-to-be new owner’s Crab Apple tree, the not-so-lonely-anymore mailbox, and my son’s car. I only wish we could say the same for my daughter’s friend’s car. Thank God she has such wonderful friends!

And thank you Sign Fairy for placing this perfect sign in the perfect place. (And for being so understanding about the condition this sign now finds its self in.)

Thanks for reading!

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Lisa

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