The cake turned out beautiful, and Mike said it made him feel really good about our plans to celebrate at dinner. He walked out of SAM's Club with the cake in the buggy only to find that his truck had completely disappeared. A big red truck, F350, successfully stolen right out of the parking lot in broad daylight. He ended up pulling up video from the club and watched just how easily those thieves broke into his truck and actually drove away with it. 44 seconds. It only took 44 seconds to steal a big, red truck out of a busy parking lot right at lunch time!
More than the thought of the truck being gone, the thought of all the stuff that Mike had inside it and in the toolbox just made us sick. The one positive we kept thanking God for was the fact that if Juan David's social security card had come, Mike likely would have had all of our tax paperwork in the truck to take to the accountant (including ALL of our adoption receipts and expenses, many of which cannot be replaced). Thank God it's all still locked in a safe, waiting on that social security card.
Mike spent all day and evening talking to the police and the insurance. We still had our birthday celebration at dinnertime, although the mood had dampened quite a bit due to the circumstances. Juan David thought the cake was beautiful, though, and he expressed how much he wished he could just see his sister and know what she looks like now. I have faith that someday they'll all find each other.