Nice Trip...

...See ya next fall. Most people who know me have seen my klutziness in action. I seem to trip or drop something every time. Well it seems my son inherited this from me.

I have one step in my house, it goes from my entry way into the front room. Jack is the master of this step. He will walk down it without batting an eye. My parents have many steps (all together) at their house (the stair case). I am paranoid about the stairs and shut the gate first thing whenever I get to my parents house. Others are not so paranoid and leave the gate open all the time. Well, yesterday, such a thing happened. Someone left the gate open after trekking up or down the stairs and my son took a tumble.

It was like it was in slow motion. I look over and he is standing at the top of the stairs, I say No and hurry to shut the gate. He shakes his head "no" as he always does when I tell him no (it is his way of copying not being definite). Anyways, I am running over there and next thing I know he had taken a step...forward and that began his downward motion. I sprint to the stairs and see my son a third of the way down already. I hurl down the stairs and leap over my son to get below him. I am not sure exactly what happened, but I must have slipped and hit the stairs with my arm. But I caught him. We were about 2/3 of the way down the stairs and we slowly, painfully got to the bottom of the staircase. I kind of collapsed as Jack cried hysterically on my shoulder. After a minute I checked him out and he seemed to be fine just scared. He stopped crying after he realized that he had indeed made it downstairs and he could now play with the toys. I sat there for a moment longer and then it hit me! OUCH!!! My whole left side of my body hurt! I must have landed on arm funny because today I am still really sore.

All I can say is that I am really grateful that Jack rolled more sideways down the stairs and that I caught him right when he was about to roll on his neck. I am grateful that the spirit inspired me to look over at Jack a moment before he began rolling. I am grateful that I am still able to run and jump so that I could catch the boy before he tumbled all the way down the stairs. I am grateful for a mom who worries about me and let me cry at the bottom of the stairs. I am grateful for Ibuprofen, which has helped with the inflammation and pain. I am grateful for a husband who gets up with a crying baby and lets me sleep. I am grateful for Jesus Christ who experienced so much more pain and suffering than I. I am so grateful for this Time and Season when so many have their hearts open to Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father.

Happy Holidays Everyone!