It is late and we’ve just returned from the emergency room.
I am reminded of an old poem by Roberta I. Teague. It’s titled, “Raising Boys.”
Here is a brief but relevant excerpt:
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it’s not worse!
Many of you have been so kind to pray — and continue to inquire — about the status of my broken ankle.