iPhone UPDATE

Last night, Bobby and I went to the Apple store with the intention of getting him a new iPhone. (Remember, iBroke the last one.) WHO KNEW the Apple store did so much business at 8:15 on a Tuesday night?! Long story short, there were no appointments left to be had that evening. (We didn't even know that one needed an appointment. Let this be a lesson to you: you DO.) So, Bobby was disappointed, and after scheduling an appointment for 5:00 p.m. today, we left the mall...new iPhone-less.

So, today, we went to the no-less-packed Apple store at 5:00 p.m., but THIS time, we had an appointment. The technician looked at the phone, took it in the back room, and came back 10 minutes later...with Bobby's WORKING iPhone in hand! As it turns out, the screen "went bad" and needed replacement. And, because we did not have an AppleCare protection plan, it would cost $200ish to fix it. BUT, much to our surprise and oh, so genuine delight, the technician said that he just went ahead and replaced it for us because he "didn't want us to have to pay $200 to fix it". We were stunned. And, although Bobby was not-so-secretly bummed to NOT be getting a brand new phone (...and who can blame him? Have you SEEN the new iPhones?!), we didn't have to pay a dime to fix the old (and still perfectly good) one.

As we were leaving, Bobby wondered if it would have really cost so much for the screen replacement, or if our new friend was just saying that to make us feel like we got a deal. And to that query, I say "WHO CARES?" Brilliant, Apple. Either way, we left the store smiling (with more money in our pocket than we thought we'd be leaving with!), as even more committed Apple consumers. (Although I would NOT have needed such an act of 'kindness' to confirm my loyalty to the Apple brand. But, shhh...don't tell them that.)

I can't help but think about how different the scenario may have been if we actually had been able to get an appointment with Apple last night.

Would we have worked with someone who even knew how to find the problem and didn't just say the phone was done for?

Would we have had the same generous technician?

Would we have a couple hundred less dollars at this point?

God is faithful, isn't He? To see and feel His intercession in common, everyday situations such as this is powerful. I know we're being watched over! And, boy, are we ever in good hands....

I'm going to try very hard NOT to drop Bobby's iPhone anymore. But for the opportunity to recognize once again God's constant faithfulness and provision in our lives, I have to believe it was worth it this time...and iMean it.

iBroke It

iBroke Bobby's iPhone. (You know, putting the little 'i' in front of that phrase doesn't actually make it any more pleasant. It was worth a try.)

So, we were laying at the pool on Sunday, and in an effort to cover my eyes from the sun, I picked up Bobby's shirt, which unbeknownst to me, was holding his phone. You see where this is going.... The phone fell out of the shirt and onto the concrete below.

In my defense, I've dropped it many times, and it has fallen much harder! (Maybe this isn't helping my case like I thought it would....) Go figure, the phone decided this time to completely black out. No amount of turning it on and off has had any effect, and after dinner tonight, we are headed to the store to buy Bobby a new iPhone. The newer version, by the way. (This is actually working out quite well for him!)

So, it's a bummer, and of course we'd rather not spend the money for a new iPhone. (But, since Bobby has now HAD an iPhone, NOT getting another one is really not an option. Way to go, Apple.) However, as annoying as this unexpected expense is, it isn't a bank-breaking one. I'm so thankful that we live modestly and spend wisely so that when these things happen, we're able to deal with it, pay for it, and move on...and continue living comfortably all the while.

Our biggest problem this week is needing to replace a broken cell phone.

We are blessed to call THIS a "problem".

iAm sorry for breaking your phone, Bobby. iLove you!

My Other Half

Yesterday afternoon, Bobby and I parted ways after a wonderful weekend in Springfield. I had to drive back to St. Louis, and Bobby left for Oklahoma City for a weeklong business trip. During our ‘goodbyes’ and immediately after, I was nothing short of an emotional mess. I had a good cry on the drive back to St. Louis, and upon seeing his truck in the parking lot at our apartment, I teared up again. And once I opened the door to our empty apartment, to put it bluntly, I completely lost it.

I do feel a little pathetic. He’ll only be gone a week. I’m a big girl. I can’t help but think about all of the wives who have to say ‘goodbye’ to their serviceman husbands, knowing it will be months before they see them again, only able to hope and pray for their safe return. We’re blessed that that’s a trial we don’t have to face.

But, I sincerely feel like half of me is missing. And, that’s the way it should be. Mom reminded me that it’s a good thing that I miss him so much. (“That’s why you married him”, she said.) We dated long-distance for a long time. I don’t miss those days. I’ve gotten completely used to seeing Bobby every day and coming home to him every night, and I am nothing short of lonely here without him.

Me and my other half at a Cardinals game in June.

This isn’t Bobby’s first business trip and I’m sure it won’t be his last. I don’t like feeling so sad, but I do love that I miss him so much. I hope it never gets easier to say 'goodbye', and I hope I never take for granted the days we do get to spend together.

It’s going to be a long week. Bobby is what makes this place home. But, thank goodness for cell phones…and Facebook….and Friday.

Missing you, handsome. Hurry home.