Stumbling, But Still Kickin�
A few weeks ago, Paul wiped out on our front walkway. We had just gotten home after spending 8+ hours in the hospital. I was holding Ingrid who was asleep in my arms, and I didn�t react fast enough to grab him before he fell. Which is weird because every time I replay this scene in my head, Paul is falling in excruciating slow motion. He didn�t even slip on ice or uneven pavement or one of the three small steps that lead up to our house. He is just that weak . Weak to the point where he can hardly walk without assistance anymore. He just fell backwards, like a thin broomstick unable to hold itself upright without a prop. When I heard his head thwack the sidewalk, I winced and (gently) tossed a now-awake Ingrid onto the lawn to rush to his side. Thankfully, there was a gentleman walking past our house at that exact moment. He secured his dog to a nearby lamppost and helped me hoist Paul to his feet. Angels among us. By now, the scrapes on his scalp have healed, but my nerves have not ye...