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Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown...
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We said goodbye to our Lil Buddy and Johnson this weekend. This has been a rough few days for us with more to come. I can't really talk about it. Know this, they were loved. Until the very end and even still. They were not scared. They are together now for all of eternity with no more shots or ear pricks and I'm sure there are many choices of litter. Our hearts are broken. They were part of our family. Until we meet again......my furry friends. PPPrrrrrrrrr..
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I have now been a recipient of "the dreaded phone call", and not the one from a bill collector that I've been dodging. I mean the one that makes your heart drop and then beat out of your chest. The one that makes your mouth go dry and leaves you stammering in disbelief. It was the one from the school to tell me that my boy was hurt. They explained that he had hit his head on a table in the classroom, and could I come and pick him up? I was there in 5 minutes, but nothing prepared me for what I was to see. Preston was sitting in a chair in the office with an ice pack on his head. When he saw me, he started to cry, and removed the ice pack so I could see. He had a "goose egg", the actual size of a large chicken egg, hanging off of his forhead, turning more and more purple by the second. I had to swallow hard for fear of puking all over my shoes. It looked horrible.

I immediatelly took him to the urgent care here. They were so nice. We were seen right away. The doc gave a very thorough exam and then ordered a series of skull x-rays. P. thought that was cool and he got to ride in a wheel chair which he thought was wicked cool. Imagine, your kid in a wheel chair. I was offering prayers to anyone who would listen that he would be ok, and that I'd never have to see that image again. It was awful. At the same time, I am so blessed that my kids are healthy and that this in fact WAS our first urgent care run.

Today, the swelling has gone down considerably, although, it is a nasty mix of beautiful colors. I am preparing a note for his teacher to keep her updated on his events last night, as I'm sure knowing my son, he will be full of fascinating tales from the urgent care.

As for me, I'm hanging in there. This is the reason I got a cell phone, and also the reason that I can't go back to work full time.
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Finally! The time has come for Avery to get her turn with Mrs. Huntsberger. She has been so patient. She went to school positively beaming. Her teacher totally recognized what she needed right away which was to show all the other "new" kids what to do next. She was so proud of herself and I of her. What a big girl! I left with tears, but not from sorrow as much as from tenderness. It must be so hard to have to follow in the footsteps of an older sibling. Especially one that is let's say not-so-much older... She finally had her day in the spotlight in a room that has been remodeled so it has some new stuff and a new place for the book bags.....something familiar but still all her very own.

Tomorrow will be the first full day for her which is 2 1/2 hrs long. I'm not sure how I'll feel about that.....tonight I can feel my heart-strings tugging and the threat of tears lingering not to far off. My baby is growing up and heading out into the world. She's so ready....which can only mean that I'm doing my job right thus far. Giving her wings to leave the nest.......

Have a great day tomorrow sweet girl......mommy loves you.
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