Precious Moments

Here’s a crazy story of a serious old-lady mistake coupled with magnified gratitude.

Four days ago, while vigorously chopping in the kitchen (kale was the object), I sliced off the tip of my left thumb - flesh as well as skin.  Shock and pain introduced a percussion orchestra that throbbed like none other, but quick advice from a nurse friend and several online references got the treatment ball rolling.  The injury was nasty (will a crater remain after it heals?), and yet I was fortunate damage wasn’t worse.

Thanks to a thumb splint, yesterday I could (very carefully) share yard work and an unseasonal campfire dinner with a couple of vibrant grandsons and their parents.  These were such precious moments for me - ones that inspired heightened appreciation for the special people in my life, and the miracle we call healing.