Called 2 Bow

Two weeks ago I broke my ankle.   I had just put my kids to bed and I was walking down the stairs.   I heard/felt a pop and tumbled down the last five steps.   I’ve sprained my ankle before in much the same way- just walking down the steps.   I think I initially sprained it this time but then it broke as I tumbled.   When I landed at the bottom of the stairs, I looked down at my foot and saw it was pointed the wrong way.   It was gnarly.   I was near panic. I was home alone with the kids (hubs was on his way home from Salt Lake City but wouldn’t arrive at the house for another couple of hours).   My phone was in the other room.   I was in excruciating pain and had no way to get help.   I screamed for Trey and he came running to save his mama.   Looking back at Trey’s 5 years in my arms, he has played this role many times.   My Trey is so brave.   He came to my rescue and got my phone so I could call around to get help.   He saw that I was shaking so he brought me blankets.   He

Last night Hubs and I were reflecting on the school shootings that continue to happen.   We both remember being in high school when Columbine occurred.   We remember the shock the nation felt as a whole.   I remember the drills my school started doing- when the principal would get on the PA and say a completely random phrase and then the teachers would calmly walk to the doors and lock them.   I remember the yellow security tags we had to put on our bags so everyone knew that our bags belonged at the school.   I remember the new policy of having to carry around school assignment books to have the teachers sign if you were excused early or just needed to use the restroom.   I’m sure these things are minor compared to what kids are going through right now.   I can only imagine the security measures they have to go to just to enter the building.   I can only imagine the fear that they have as they enter a warzone.   I can’t imagine having to do the expected “high school” things: tests,