I fell on the ice today and apparently landed on my left side.
My left arm is in quite a lot of pain, and it makes me realize how much I use it.
I called my Daddy right after I got back to my room. And it was almost instant tears. I've never wanted to be home more than in that moment. Because home means knowing. And home means help. And home means being with my mommy, and my daddy, and the best little brother in the world. Home means that I can get out a cherry-pit pack from the freezer and not have to carry around a towel. Home means stronger pain killers than Advil. Home means not having to climb up into bed. Home means someone will kiss it better. Home means not having to walk (on the ice) to get supper. Home means comfort. And that is a beautiful thing.
By the way, today was definitely, "Stop blowing holes in my ship" kind of day.
"Get back up, get back up again." [TobyMac]
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