Two nights ago I got the phone call no mother wants to hear,
"Mom, (sobs), we were in a car accident"
Then beats too fast. Must focus and pull it together.
The kid is okay. Broken collar bone.
I'll take a broken collar bone.
It could have been a hundred times worse.
So here we are three days before the kid is the Maid of Honor
in her friend's wedding . . .
The sling the hospital gave us will never work!
We need something sassy and clever.
Thanks goodness we had just the stuff to put
these lovelies together.
I hope this doesn't gross you out, but I took a picture of the xray.
I knew the kid would want to see it to confirm she really had
a broken collar bone. Don't ask.
This most adorable flower arrangement arrived
from the kid's work buddies.
And it looks just like Mocha!!
So here I am making ice bags, fetching advil,
plumping pillows, brushing hair . . .
And thanking God every minute that
my darling daughter is still right here next to me.