I worried about my daughter traveling on her own. Until I got a sign in a most unusual way…
I had a moment of panic when my phone buzzed and Hatti’s number popped up. Why was my daughter calling from the road? She was on a long drive from Henderson to Dallas, and weather reports said a bad storm was rolling in. Had she had an accident? “Mom, relax,” she said, hearing the familiar worry in my voice. “I was just wondering if you could call ahead to your friend and ask her to order dinner for when I get to her place. I lost her number.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, but just so you know, Deana’s a fitness fanatic—none of your usual Canadian bacon–and–pineapple pizza at her house!” We both laughed.
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The second I hung up, though, I started to worry again. I knew Deana would take care of Hatti after she arrived. I just wished I could be sure my daughter would be taken care of the whole way there.
Earlier that day, Hatti had gotten a last-minute opportunity to volunteer at the American Country Music Awards and go behind the scenes with country stars like Carrie Underwood, George Strait and Brad Paisley. For my daughter, who sang on the Opry circuit, it was a dream come true. But she would have no company on the 160-mile drive—through the dark and rain. The only thing that had put me halfway at ease was an invitation by my old friend Deana, who lived just outside Dallas, saying she’d be delighted to host Hatti for the night.
I called up Deana and relayed my daughter’s request. “I don’t want you to go out of your way,” I said, “But she’s going to be hungry. . . .”
“Not a problem,” Deana cut in. “She can have the pizza I have left over from this afternoon.”
“You had pizza?” I said.
“Yeah, I know,” Deana said with a laugh. “I probably haven’t eaten pizza in ten years. But a weird craving suddenly came over me today. Does Hatti like Canadian bacon and pineapple?”
“She sure does!” I knew at once that Hatti would be just fine.