Wonder of wonders! Miracle of Miracles!

Hey, speaking of teeth.
We were speaking of teeth, weren't we?

Remember earlier, when I told you I look like Howdy Doody's twin sister?
(Actually, more like his smoking twin because my teeth aren't as white as his.)
I didn't really explain, did I?
I'm sure some of you thought I brushed my teeth so vigorously, that I knocked out one of my teeth.
No, no.
Long story short...
I was born gap toothed.
Yes, I was.
Straight teeth, but with a big old gap in the middle of my front.
My dad was a dentist.
My brother's got free braces, (because when your dad is a dentist, you get free braces, or oral surgery, or whatever.) but my dad decided that instead of braces, he would just stick some bonding in between and fill up the gap.
Sounds nice, right?
Yes, it is, but if braces were free, why couldn't I have just had some for 6 months to close it up?
*sniff*
When I was brushing me teeth a few days ago, my bonding (the gap was made larger right before my dad died) fell out.
It was horrifying to me.
Teeth matter.
When you've worked in a dental office, and your dad is a dentist, you notice peoples teeth. You are sure everyone does the same thing.
I don't know, do they?
I immediately started crying, and cursing my dad.
Okay, not cursing, but getting made.
"You could have just had me get braces! Was I not worth it?!"
I called my husband into the bedroom, sad down on the bed crying, and showed him what happened.
He was relieved.
He thought he'd done something wrong.
He looked again
(long pause) "I...I...can hardly tell!"
Whatever.
With no dental insurance, a van in the shop with a blown head gasket, not to mention all the other bills, and did I mention my husband is self employed? I could not imagine this situation being fixed.
So, what did I do?
I blogged about it.
That fixes things, right?
*sigh*
The next night, I was still weeping, and wailing, and gnashing my teeth, and cursing my dad.
"DAD!"
Did I mention he died?
"DAD! You have to fix this! You know I don't have insurance, or money to pay for this, and you caused this! I could have had braces!"
(I know, bratty.)
I fell asleep.
The next morning, my sister calls.
"I was reading your blog post, and forgot to tell you that I was talking to my dentist about your bonding" (because I always have problems with it)
She continued, "He said that he would do it."
"Oh great, how much will that cost?" I asked.
"Nothing!"
Uh...
"Nothing?"
"Yeah!"
"How?"
"He said, you are the child of a dentist. It's professional curteosy! He'll do it for free because dad was a dentist!"
(Picture me crying like I've just been given an extreme makeover)
Trixie says, "Are you still there?"
(cut to me still crying)
"yes"
Oh happy day! Right?
Shoot, I could just kiss that dentist before he even works on me.
So, tomorrow morning, I'm hopping a train to Portland, where Trixie will pick me up, and drive me four hours down to her house where her extremely generous dentist will fix my front teeth! Then I'll come back on Friday and be able to smile again!
*huge sigh*
Thank you Trixie!
Thank you dentist!
Thank you dad!
You came through for me!
I'm sure Heavenly Father had a part in it too, so I'll thank Him also!