Perspective

Don't you just love when you get bitch-slapped by a big 'ol dose of perspective? Let me explain:

I got a phone call today telling me that my husband was at the hospital. He fell off a ladder while trimming a tree. That was all I was told. Even after I loudly stated that I needed to hear that he was ok. I believe my exact words were: I need to hear that he's ok so that I can function. I knew that in order to go from point A (gather up my kids and either find someone to watch them or get them calmly into the car) to point B (the hospital) I had to be told that he was alive. Even if it was a lie.

Thankfully, blessedly, he is alive. But hurt. Miraculously, he has no broken bones. Although, he did land on his face, and as a consequence, has 23 stitches holding it together. He bit through his lower lip and almost entirely severed his tongue.

Life is a gift.