
Just last week I was thinking that with all the
recent medical experiences my family has been
through lately we should be safe for a while...
RIGHT?
This morning as I'm waking Kennedy up to start our
morning rituals I hear the loudest knock ever at my
back door.
Something inside me said "stay calm."
I opened the door to see my Dad standing there with a
fist full of blood, dripping onto my porch.
He calmly states
"I've cut my finger real bad, I need to go to insta-care"
I listened to the voice I had just heard in my head
and replied with "how bad is it"
"All the way through the bone!" were the words
I heard that sent me flying off to gather my
little ones in 10 seconds and be off to the ER.
Right now as I type he is waiting to go into
surgery to get his right pointer finger reattached.
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My Dad is the most amazing wood craftsman.
He's made a lot of furniture for my house, but
most recently he has become obsessed with making
the wooden vases in the picture above.
I don't know why he's favorite hobbies have
to involve sharp blades and fast bicycles!
Unfortunately I know this won't slow him down a bit.
I am incredibly grateful for FAMILIES and the knowledge
of my HEAVENLY FATHERS love for me!
Without either of these life would be unbearable.