"Your husband is going to be late."

A facebook friend had been sitting in heavy traffic. He must have been bored out of his mind. He actually made a comment on one of my posts - which in itself was out of the ordinary. But the post was over four years old. That's what really threw me. I had not even started my blog yet. Jenna was taking a theatre class near my sister's house. Our house was two hours north of the elementary school that Jenna attended, and Kayla's was two miles west. On Wednesdays I would just drive to Kearns and park in my sister's driveway. We would walk around the neighborhood and visit others until it was time to walk to the high school where she had her class. But on that particular day, we had little time to spare before making our way to the high school. Who knew that the heavy traffic between thre...