Cuddlebug

Bruises cover her legs. Scraped up knees and shins. Toe and fingernails caked with dirt. Tear stains streaking down her face. Thumb in mouth. The poor kid hurts herself more than any other child we know. Skipping and jumping and twirling and falling. Good thing I can relate. The clumsy gene most certainly comes from me. So after the fifth injury of the day, we snuggle up under the covers, and just relax. And recover. Until the next time.

Song of the Moment – Get Better, Mates of State