Of course, there must be a story behind the pictures, and the moment. And this time was no different. I ran out of gas while taking the pictures.
Yes siree. The car gave its final chug and died, mid click and flash.
Thankfully, I happened to be parked somewhat close to the one family in our ward where we know their home is currently located.
I drug my humiliated feet over to their house, knocked on the door, and sheepishly described my situation. Taking pictures, ran out of gas, kids in car, kind of FREEZING outside, and on and on and on.
Without skipping a beat, he got in his truck, drove to the gas station, filled up his gas tank container, and came back to us just as we began to get really cold.
People in this town are amazing! This family in particular is one of our favorites so far. Good thing we will be living very close to them.
Anyway, the day was saved, I was humbled and kind of ticked off that our gas gage does not work, and I was off on how many miles I had left. But alas, I got the picture taken, filled up the gas tank on the way home, and the night goes on.