I am grateful that it wasn’t worse when Coop fell off a handrail he was climbing on and onto his face this morning. It was pretty scary, and he knocked out a baby tooth, and half of his face is still swollen, but he’s okay. Very unfortunate, but it could have been much worse.
I am grateful for a story he read to me tonight.
I am grateful for time spent with an old broken cukoo clock this evening. Hoping I can fix it, and fully aware it’s no big deal if I can’t. That’s a great kind of puttering, right there.
I am grateful for time spent with Julie looking at pictures of Farley when he was a baby, and Cooper around that time, too. Seems like a million years ago.