Henry fell about 10-12 feet yesterday.
(take a second and think about how far of a fall that is. I don’t want to take a second.)
He’s completely fine.
But I can’t focus on anything right now.
Not writing, not reading.
I just want to fall asleep and let the day’s events wash away. To wake up without that memory. The thought’s of “what could have happened”.
I’m not fine.
I’ve never tried pot before, but I could totally smoke a joint right now.
Be back tomorrow with the full story and some reflection. But now, I’m going to quietly ease into my sleeping son’s bed and hold him tight.
QUESTION: Tell me…who’s the last person you hugged? When? (I WANTED to ask when was the last time/or if you’ve ever smoked a joint before, but I’m going to refrain.)