Life is simply good days and bad days mushed together in random order to create a journey. Saturday was one of our terrible days. :(
Drew wrecked his bike and fell down a concrete drainage ditch. He had his helmet on so the important stuff was protected, but he really took a beating to the face. I have held strangers as they've bled into my hands; I have comforted the terminal while they slip into death's slumber without shedding a tear, but when I saw my busted up little baby, my heart EXPLODED! After six stitches and five hours at the hospital, we returned home to finish healing. It will take about six months for his wounds to heal, but I am so thankful that God protected my little boy...it could have been so much worse. I know that God loves us and sustains us through our good days and our bad days, and for that I am eternally grateful.