Bruiser
Lucas has spent the past week looking like a real bruiser. He took at hard fall and changed the color and shape of his face. No joke. Thankfully, nothing was broken, and I think he’s well on his way to looking the way he did before. Actually, this is a cute before photo, above, and a couple of snaps from this past week…
I was worried he wasn’t going to ever look the same, but I think we’re getting there. He’s a very busy, independent cuss. He’s in a biting and a swiping stage, and he thinks he can do it all by himself.
No matter. This is my baby. And he always will be.
At the beach, I would walk with the family at night. Luke would usually walk down the beach and eventually need to be carried. I’d put him in the carrier and soothe him to sleep.
And then, my usually a-million-miles-an-hour, not-so-little-anymore, independent Luke would cuddle up to his momma, who knows she won’t get to carry one of her own this physically close to her heart much longer.
Life has been busy lately, and a bit stressful. But I’m remembering my reasons. And these are my reasons.
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Poor little Luke. He’s such a tuffy.
I’m glad he wasn’t hurt any worse than that. He’s still at the “bend, don’t break” age. Bruised or not, he’s still one of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen. You have great reasons and greater blessings.