“I text him: ‘I’m not doing well. Come home now.’ He will because I have a fractured back! He calls. I’m still crying happy tears, but they sound sad when I say: ‘I need you home.’ Not lying. Those are true statements. He is coming straight home. Success! Praise the Lord for this fractured back. I couldn’t believe that a baby survived my fall, the pain killers, the almost X-ray fiasco, and yet it had.”
