On Sunday, the dog got out of the yard, and I ended up having to chase him like the marathon runner I am NOT. That crafty dog kept looking over his shoulder to make sure I was still behind him. I think Aspen was having the time of his life, and thought he had invented a grand game for us to play! He is lucky that I love him, and that I have been running on the treadmill, or there is no way I would have kept up with him. Luckily for me, he got distracted by a pile of dog "doodoo" that he needed to sniff, or I don't know what I would have done.
This all happened as we were supposed to be leaving for my nephew Colin's birthday party. We were late to the party, and had only been there for about an hour when disaster struck again. Sammy and the other cousins had already finished eating, so they went into the basement to play. Somehow, Sammy tripped, fell, and face planted right on top of a toy box. He took a chunk out of his cheek, and we had to take him to the emergency room. He needed 7 stitches on the top layer, and some underneath. I have never seen so much blood! He also severely bit the inside of his cheek, so eating has been a challenge today. I don't know if you can tell in the picture below, but his cheek is so swollen it looks like he has an apple stuffed in his mouth.
My poor Sammy bear! He was impressed he got to watch Toy Story at the hospital, and he was so, SO brave. He didn't make a peep while they were stitching him up, and he held so still. I am so proud of him!
And today? Today is my Charlie's birthday. It was 5 years ago that this 10 pound, 23 1/2 inch bundle of joy was placed in my arms:
And here is me, shortly before I was ready to push Charlie into the world. I love how Charlie and I were both so surrounded by love and family and friends that day. My parents were both in the room to see each of my children enter the world, and I am so thankful.
Sometimes I miss Daddy so much it steals my breath away. Today is one of those days.
I am thankful that God has given me Charlie, and that he is 5 today. He is so spirited, and creative, and amazingly smart. Sometimes it steals my breath away that I am lucky enough to be his mom. And today is one of those days.
Despite the craziness, the stitches and blood, the sorrows, and the hard work that goes into my life, I am thankful. And so blessed. So very blessed.
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wow! i've been away from blogland for so long! i've enjoyed catching up on your many posts. happy belated birthday to charlie and i hope that sammy is doing much better!
Dear Christy... I read your comment on my blog post with tears in my eyes and in my heart for you. I looked at your photograph for a long, long time, imagining the wondrous miracle that was about to happen, with your Dad right there with you. It is the most beautiful photo. Precious. Everything is as it should be. I wish we were connected in a happier way... but sometimes people are brought together through pain and healing and more difficult, bigger paths to navigate... and by angels! Your pain of losing your Dad is still so new. The cloud does lift, and that's when you see the goodness and beauty that your Dad left on this earth... so clearly... his handprints on everything around you... your beautiful son... a wonderful sunny day... a balloon... a sound. The pain becomes different. It's hard to explain. It's different... like smiling different at all the love and happiness rather than the tears of grief. I miss my Dad every single day. I talk to him. I laugh with him. I take care of my Mom for him!! What I have discovered is that the LOVE is so great, so all-encompassing, so magnificent, that it comes shining through. That's the miracle, I think. They are still with us. Your son will know your Dad through your words and photos... my kids do! Even my grandchildren ask about Grampa Bill all the time. I wish you healing and happiness... and I wish you peace. The peace will come... trust me with these words. xo Sharon
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