Monday morning around 4 am our van was stolen from our secure parking garage. No other vehicles were stolen or have been stolen from this parking garage. All the car seats, reusable bags, and toys that had been on the floor were put into a neat pile in our parking spot. At 9:15 am we went down the elevator to take the girls to swimming class and were greeted by the ornate collection of the inner but no van.
Yes, there are video cameras. Yes, they got footage of the person. No, I have not seen the video.
Monday was the day for adrenalin. Tim took the girls in the VW Bug to the end of swimming class and then off to dance class. I stayed with Finnian and made all the calls to the sheriff, insurance, and our friends about using their van. As much as we have loved the Bug and used it as a family car when we were just four, we simply will not all fit in the four seat car with five people and three being in car seats. We are blessed to have our community. We are able to borrow our friends van while trying to figure everything out. As I was sitting in the office waiting to talk to the sheriff, I was trying to think what was still in the van…the girl’s skis, girl’s ski boots, our Bob single stroller, and Finnian’s new Keen shoes I got at the multiple sale…tears start to creep.
They are just things…we are all ok. Everything can be replaced, and the whole day, I was just so thankful that they left the car seats…if only they had took out those shoes.
Tuesday-Wednesday I just wanted to lay in bed all day. Reality started to sink in that we are going to have to be looking for a new van. We are going to have to figure out money…money we don’t have. Heavy…more and more heaviness. I got a lot of phone calls and text messages but everything just seemed so heavy. Our van isn’t worth that much. We had just put a lot of money into it a week before…quite possibly as much as the van is worth.
I finally found the energy to call State Farm back on Wednesday.
Good news: We have $0 deductible that will cover the van, snow chains, and jumper cables. We have renters insurance that will cover the other items.
Bad news: There is a 21 day waiting period to see if the van is recovered. Our renters insurance is a $1000 deductible.
It is hard to not ask, “why us?” but I’m thinking of all the little blessings…the car seats were not taken…our friends are letting us use their van until we figure everything out…getting a jogging stroller from Edmonds Mom’s for free Thursday… friends bringing me bags of shoes for Finnian…and just simple faith that it will all work out. It is useless to just dwell on the weight of what this means when I know it will be ok in the long run. Something will work out. It always does.
When I was cleaning up in our room Wednesday I found one of the Keen shoes I thought was in the van. I looked around and finally found the mate. I cried…over shoes. It was the hope that I had lost being restored in something so simple. I’m still saddened by everything that was taken. I am just trying to find the silver lining within what we have and the community that constantly supports us. This is just a minor set back in the big picture that feels like an avalanche. In the mean time, if you could keep an eye out for our green Mercury Villager and those little skis we would be grateful.