Soon, I'm going to tell you about the baseball that hit Tucker in the mouth, Urgent Cares and ER's and Orthos, a night in the ER that resulted in only trauma and popsicles, oral surgery that saved the day, my first flat tire, the man who rescued me on the roadside and said he liked my hair, how I spent an afternoon with Daphne from Frasier, and how all of this was just terribly inconvenient for Tyler.
For now, I'm eating mint chocolate chip ice cream and riding the very last of this adrenaline wave until it crashes on the shore.
Here's to more notches in the belt of raising boys.
Bless your heart. I don't even know you, but sending huge hugs. Because apparently, I'm inappropriate like that.
And those notches are all well deserved!