When our children are born most of us count the toes, the fingers, the arms, the legs, and are typically relieved when we discover that all attachments are present and accounted for. As present as those appendages are, sometimes they suffer a setback. A few weeks ago, I posted a brief note telling of a twist, a fall, and a subsequently broken leg. Bear, our littlest warrior, has bravely endured 5 weeks of recovery time, a red cast, leg cramps, and the semi-traumatic removal of the ‘big red sock’ and is once again trundling through the house in an uneven gait. It will take him a few days to regain his run, but I think we are all happy to put this particular chapter behind us and move on to bigger and better things in the active and peculiar world of boys.
What a trooper.
