This has been a crazy week for our family.
Monday the kids and I rode the city bus with Timothy downtown and we went to the library while he went to school. The kids have been asking to ride the bus with Daddy for over a year, and we finally decided to do it. They enjoyed it. We checked out a few books from the library and then I took the kids home on the bus. Later that day, Timothy decided to ride his bike home instead of busing. He was part of the way home when he got
hit by a car. Luckily he is alright, but his bike didn't make it.
Timothy came away with some very sore spots and a lot of scrapes, but nothing broken—hopefully no permanent damage to him. Here are a few pictures of his bike.
It's totally ruined. The only things really salvageable are the tires and the bike rack. Everything else is really bent up. The handle bars are folded in half, you can see above- the front wheel is folded in half. The frame is bent is a number of places. It's a mess.
Having this happen has made me realize that we never know what could happen to completely change our lives. If Timothy had gotten hurt worse or... not survived. I would have been crushed. It made me grateful that we have the gospel. It also strengthened my testimony that God does watch over us. It simply wasn't Timothy's time to go—or even get hurt badly—and for that I am deeply grateful. But even if something worse had happened, I am so grateful that I have learned to trust God and His timing.
Also this week—on Thursday—my little baby (who's not really baby anymore) had surgery to remove his tonsils and adenoids. Then, he had to stay in the hospital over night to make sure he was breathing okay at night. Hyrum has been in a lot of pain, but is dealing with it fairly well. It's so hard to watch my baby in pain, but hopefully this helps. He has had sleep apnea for a while—not sure how long—but he's never really slept through the night consistently. I hope the surgery is worth all the pain. I hope he'll be able to get better sleep once he's healed.
I didn't get a picture of him in the hospital, but I wanted to. He loved his "bunk bed" there. It was a huge crib that had sides that went up and down and plastic walls above the rails so he couldn't climb out. He thought it was great! He also really loved the partially outdoor playroom in the pediatrics ward. He was glad to come home, but the next day I asked him if he'd rather be at home or in the hospital and he said the hospital. I think he liked it so much because he got so much one-on-one attention and he loved the bed and the play area. But I think if he had been in the hospital much longer he would have been tired of it.
