Kissed

I slipped and fell on the ice today.

Umm, yeah, not my finest moment. I'm still hoping none of my neighbors saw, but it's one of those embarassing moments that couldn't have escaped being seen by someone, somewhere.

I hopped up quickly and continued to run into my house like nothing had happened, but really -

My hand really smarted. That's the only word I can think of. A lot.

And my side, well, I think it'll be purple for the next week.

And my knee. My knee is the worst. It's swollen. And painful.

I watched Kapria today... you can imagine how hard it was with 3 kiddos and a hurt knee. I usually spend the entire day on my knees.

I still did today, it just hurt more than usual.

Tonight I was showing Jeff my battle wound. (Ha, what battle, it was a masacre: me against the ice and I lost big-time)

I was saying how much it hurt when Weston ran up to me and kissed my bare, swollen, bruised knee.

It was so sweet and so perfect.

And it felt better immediately.

Amazing how that happens.