


Mark took Abbey sledding this weekend along with a friend and his son. Abbey was so excited about this trip that she was bouncing around all day long. Fast forward to the hill. Two overly excited, happy, energetic kids debating on who could get down the hill the fastest.
I was not there, but this is what I got out of Mark's phone call to me. The sled veered right. A two foot drop. Road Rash. My heart sank. My poor baby.
I expected them home shortly after, but my little trooper made 7 more runs down that mean old hill until cold limbs got the best of her. Daddy and Abbey made their way to McDonald's for some comfort food. A Happy Meal always makes things better. Despite being freezing, she felt a Hot Fudge Sunday would help her feel better. Something tells me she was "working daddy" on that one.
When the two arrived home around 9 I was in tears. I gave her a big hug. I expected a bit of whining and girly drama. Instead, she said to me "don't worry mom, it doesn't hurt." I still felt some snuggles on the couch, and Tylenol were in order. We love you Abbey.
















