And then this happened...

"Guess where we are headed?" I get a message as I'm just getting ready to settle in for the night (6 hours ahead of my family) and chat and share pictures. 

"We think he broke his thumb at school." And the picture confirms it. 

This focus-on-me thing just got a little harder. Thankfully he's in the most capable hands I know--even better than his moms hands for something like this. Dad stays calm, cool, and collected in a crisis while I run around forgetting to breathe. 

Oh, maybe I need to add that to my list of things I'm learning. Starting to get the hang of this. 


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