April 25: looking down. I was standing on the step, looking down to take a picture of some tulips, when I turned around to see this sweet little guy looking down, himself.
Through his tears, he kept saying, "Kiss it, please" and "I'm all done".
Once again, I am so aware of how much we have to be grateful for. In the grand scheme of things, this was such a minor incident. We live in a beautiful, safe place where he could be seen by a doctor within fifteen minutes, and T was x-rayed and all better within a couple of hours. We're all healthy and happy and have nothing to complain about. We are so very, very thankful.
And Mr T. is back to his funny little self, and perfectly fine.