A week ago, we were enjoying a Friday night at home. Paul and I watched as the kids did "cool tricks" for us. They started out with a exhilirating round of jumping jacks and Peyton then moved on to jumping in the air and spinning half a circle. It was exciting!! Suddenly, in the middle of one turn, Peyton's feet hit the couch sending him a little bit sideways. He SCREAMED...and I, being the loving, understanding Mother that I am, almost told him to "be brave and jump up"........until I saw his arm. It was no longer shaped like a little boy's arm should be. We rushed him to the hospital, had a very long night and ended up with this.
Seriously....I did not need this!!! He is now in a hard blue cast and sling for 6 weeks. I am just waiting patiently for the day when he takes one of our heads off with his huge casted arm. He has already been trying to saw our table in half and I almost don't doubt he could do it...
I feel displaced. We left our home, family, and friends two short (but seemingly very long) weeks ago to start life anew. Saying good-bye to my first home was hard...saying good-bye to my ridiculous yard filled with hours and hours and work and precious little friends (my flowers) was even harder...saying good-bye to family and friends is still almost more than I can bear. But I guess that is the crazy thing about life - it goes on and you can bear it.
We are so thankful for the relationships that we formed during our last stage of life - stronger family bonds and great friendships that will last forever. We have learned a lot and grown a lot through the experiences that we had and the people that we knew.
