Wednesday, August 15, 2012


While we were away on vacation, my nephew Jackson broke his femur. Poor little buddy. He slipped on the floor, twisted to get out of a leg-caught-between-a-table-and-chair situation and the bone just broke. I cringe each time I think about how much pain he must have been in as well as the emotional trauma Jared and Jenny surely experienced seeing their sweet boy in agony. God bless the paramedic who gave Thomas' smoke stack a splint on the ambulance drive to the hospital.
(Jared built this table, Jenny found the perfect chair. A great setup.)
The cast starts just under his armpits, both legs are casted with a bar at shin-level to keep his legs from moving. We were all just sick to our stomachs to be so far away and unable to help with Hank or try to cheer Jack up. When Jared called from the hospital, I wanted to jump back in the car and drive the 11 hours home. But you know, there never was a sweeter natured boy than Jackson. And when we did first see him on Sunday, he was his normal cheerful self. Unable to get up and play, but happy to share his table with The Little Girls.

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