A Funny Bloody Saturday

When the day starts with a bloody face, two bloody hands and bloody sheets, you kinda know that it can’t get much worse. Thankfully, my son was OK.

He slept through the nose bleed and, in the morning, thought it was pretty funny that his hands looked like he had been using red finger paint and his face looked like he had signed on to participate in some coming-of-age tribal war game.

But we got through it. We scrubbed the sheets, scrubbed the boy and went on with our day.

That’s what life has been like these last couple of years.

Make the best of each moment and make each moment the best.


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