Mommy's Comin', Baby

Photo by Bgrace

I'm sure there are worse things than being 9,000 miles away when a door falls on your four year old and breaks her collar bone...but right now it doesn't feel like it.  I'll be there in 28 hours, baby.
Daddy and Jean will hold you 'til I get there, and so will the angels.  (I know because I asked them.)
Grace will read to you, and I bet, if you ask, Em will tell you the story about David and Goliath.
Counting every minute, every mile...
Oh my aching arms.