Staring death straight in the eye
Boots, scarves (and we're not talking the summer scarf type), soup, pumpkins, leaves, Halloween, bike rides, park days, cozy blankets...so many reasons why I'm so beyond being ready for fall. But then we have days at the lake like this and it makes me second guess my loyalties. I wasn't planning on bringing my camera because there is such a thing as too many lake pictures, but Jayden was planning ahead and insisted that I brought it so that I could take a picture of him getting "big air" to put on his poster when he's star student. I'm glad he convinced me to bring it so that we could capture our death defying stunt and prove that us old moms still got a little juice left in us afterall. It was terrifying. Melissa walked away with a self diagnosed torn rotator cuff, or dislocated shoulder or something that deemed her immobile. Her doctor husband said it's most likely a deep bone bruise, but that doesn't sound as dramatic. We both heard a distinct crack when we collided and I'm diagnosing myself with a cracked rib. If I had a better life insurance policy then I would think Jason was trying to kill us, but he claims he was just trying to add some excitment to our diaper and dirty clothes filled lives. That he did, that he did. Besides the moment when my children were almost left without a mother, the rest of the afternoon and evening with our good friends was so much fun and the hot dog and marshmallow roast was the perfect ending (and riding back over the dark abyss with scenes from "What Lies Beneath" flashing through my head).
Pretty sure this is exactly what I looked like the last time I gave birth