Let me just say, everybody is fine. But that picture up there, in Brooklyn's sweet note to her Daddy, pretty much sums up our weekend. Blood. Lots of it. Flowing out of Sean's foot. On Sunday afternoon Sean was using a weed-eater to try and tame our wild, jungle grass in the yard. This weed-eater, rather than having a nice, docile nylon string was basically a little metal machete propeller. Which, incidently, is not so safe when you accidently get your foot in its way. Ugh. Let me just say that seeing my husband's foot bleeding profusely was mighty disconcerting. I worked in a dialysis unit, mind you, and regularly dealt with people's blood. But when it is somebody you love, it just can't be helped to feel a little woozy and worried at the sight. Praise God, it wasn't a toe and Praise God it wasn't any worse. We were able to drop the girls off with our teammates and get him to t...
Sounds WONDERFUL! Have an amazing time! Will be praying for Sean and the girls, pretty sure they're in for a lot of fun:)
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