Three Years Later

I can hardly believe it, but it really has been three years since Tad broke his leg.  For those of you who are regular readers, you will remember that it was a very horrible period of time for him – and us.

I guess I should be grateful that he doesn’t remember any of it.  He likes to look at pictures on the iPad via the SmugMug app, and every time he comes across ones of himself in a Spica cast, he says, “Oh, look, Tad’s hurt.”  But I know he doesn’t remember it.  If he did, he wouldn’t have tried sledding off the couch in a laundry basket last week.  THAT set my heart racing for a few minutes afterwards, as he came up crying that he’d hurt his leg.  (It was nothing but a bruise.)

Boy, will you EVER learn???

I really, really, REALLY hope that I never have to be at Children’s Hospital again unless it is for research or to visit someone else.

But with Tad for a son, I kind of just hold my breath and pray that he makes it through each day in one piece.

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