Saturday, November 24, 2012

the ceiling fan incident of 2012 was an innocent moment, daddy scooping son up and tossing him in the air to encourage a smile, father and son separated for days enjoying each other in a rough and tumble way that only a daddy can do.

when all of a sudden.

tears. pain. and less than 2 seconds later mommy scoops in and hugs the crying son like only a mommy can do. more crying. failed attempts at ice packs. big sobs and heaving chests. deep breaths and big hugs. shuddering breath.  assessing the damage. prayers to the one who heals. instant regret and guilt, accidents happen we tell ourselves, but our hearts don't understand.

trauma handled with all the grace that was possible in the moment.

back into daddy's arms, more tears and lots of hugs.

now who's in the mood for some turkey? sigh...yeah. that was a hard one. even the bystanders felt the pain.

the ceiling fan that is normally not on because it clinks and makes noise...on full power to help beat the heat of a thanksgiving day oven...we all despise that fan now...particularly the son, especially the daddy.


sweet jbyrd ate a LOT of turkey despite the tears.

I am thankful for health, and for bodies that heal.
I am thankful for daddies who scoop sons up for rowdy hugs.
I am thankful for grace to get through a hard moment with the people I love the most and hold the dearest to my heart.
I am thankful that Jesus is in the business of healing ears.  (just like the guard in the garden of Gethsemane was probably really thankful)

1 comment:

Staci said...

Aww, poor baby. This happened to my brother and nephew too; a dad-and-son moment until it turned into a crying fest when the baby’s head hit the ceiling fan. Good thing it wasn’t on. I hope you didn’t punish the ceiling fan; it wasn’t its fault too. =D Staci @


So Much to Love

I love people. I love bright eyes. I love my sons, Judah & Lucas. I love laughing. I love my ringtone. I love love. I love Jesus. I love tattoos. I love milk. I love creative expression. I love smiles. I love Philippians. I love bridges. I love my house and haven. I love a rainy night. I love doing nothing. I love almonds and banana chips. I love music. I love cowboy hats. I love Anna Maria Island. I love (diet) dr.pepper. I love a good story. I love wildflowers. I love to fly. I love rod iron. I love babies. I love going to the movies. I love midnight. I love allegra. I love sunsets. I love long kisses. I love the color red. I love starshollow. I love community. I love doing life with friends. I love witty banter. I love I love my family. I love pretty things. I love cruisin' with my girls. I love remembering when. I love authentic individuals. I love hot tamales. I love when kids giggle. I love Lance. I love bonfires. I love finding people I thought I'd lost. I love yard sales. I love tacobell. I love seeing people do good. I love violins and steel guitar. I love driving to the airport. I love seeing people around me succeed at their dreams. I love being included. I love flipflops. I love blogging. I love long talks. I love dreaming.

Always On My Mind

Welcome to my blog.  I am glad you stopped by!  I choose to write my thoughts and share the joys of my life in this forum.  I hope you will read and say hi when you can!  Blessings!
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wing. Only one thing endures and that is character. 
~Horace Greeley