The boys hurt themselves tonight, rough-housing. They cracked skulls. The sound? I thought for sure someone's head was fractured or nose was broken. I am not a nurse or a doctor. I never should be, because I'm horrible in situations like this. But my husband? Calm. Assertive. Knows exactly what to do. I screamed for him. He flew upstairs in a flash and took over. He told me what to get, what to do to help. And the boys are fine. A little shaken, but fine. Thank you for my husband. He brought relief to me and the boys - which ultimately brings me joy!
Sunday morning pleasures
7 years ago
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