I've had two scares this week, one with each of my boys.

I say each, as if I only had two. The other one was just over there earning Student of the Month and stuff. 🙂

On Sunday, E and S were down with Eric at the shop, and S hoisted a metal rod, not realizing how heavy it was, and somehow in there it slipped and hit E right near the eye.

When E came in with a bloody gouge under his eye, I asked what had happened, and it honestly just chilled me. If he had been standing a little closer. Or if his face had been turned a different way. Or if he had been bending over. So many possible ifs.

That metal rod could have so easily left my baby sightless in one eye, and I couldn't bear to think of it. I don't know how many "Thank You, Jesus"es I said, both out loud and in my mind, again and again.

Thank You, Jesus, that it wasn't worse. Thank You, Jesus, that it didn't directly hit his eye. Thank You, Jesus, that we are home and not at the hospital. Thank You, Jesus, that my little E still has both his beautiful eyes.

It drove me nuts to even think of the alternative. ...continue reading →