A Fractured Spring



The sweet inviting scent of fresh new Spring air and soft cool breeze had you running free in the open field. A small flickering kite followed behind and soft new grass tickled your bare feet.

Back and forth and back and forth you ran with your little brother. Giddy cheers and laughter filled the air and invited your father to join in on your fun.

Out of breath and with rosy cheeks you retired to our nesting spot. Cool water on hot faces with back rubs following long chases. And as the sun set, we packed up with tired breath, ready to head home to dinner, to rest.

With the moon light as our guide, we crossed the field to head home but as you ran to catch up to us you stepped on uneven ground, a divot, and fractured 3 of your toes.

The tears, the pain, the heartbreak, oh my sweet child. You're glued to a fashion boot for a month at the very least and you're finding that being taken care of by all of us is a very nice thing indeed. Extra cuddles, extra snacks, extra goodies, you do not lack.

Your immobility keeps you in bed or in your dads office chair; occupied with school work, Netflix, and gaming - and some practice making YouTube videos. Everyone must have a channel these days. It's a new law I think.

1 week down, 3 weeks to go.


(for memory sake, you fractured your toes on 4/10)