He was home for the weekend. After he left I noticed that he left his wet towels and dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. I'll be honest, I was annoyed. For about one second.
One second was all it took for me to thank God for those towels on the floor. Those towels and the two hospital gowns.
This handsome blued eyed boy came home wearing a couple of snazzy hospital gowns Saturday night, because they cut his clothes off in the emergency room.
He takes after his mom and doesn't like getting his picture taken.
He does like riding his dirt bike. That's what he was doing Saturday afternoon. He doesn't remember how he ended up off his dirtbike and on the ground.
Thank God our neighbors saw it happen and called 911 before calling us to let us know our son was lying in a field. They stayed with him and kept him still until we arrived.
Let me tell you, watching your son be put on a backboard and placed in an ambulance is not something you ever want to experience.
After being thoroughly scanned and x-rayed, they determined he had a concussion and a bruised kidney.
It could have been so much worse. I can't even let my mind go there. I just sit here tonight and thank God for those wet clothes on the floor and for that boy who left them there.