Usually when we drive to Ft St John for office supplies & grocery shopping, we take the route through Taylor. While the Taylor route is shorter timewise, the bridge crossing over the Peace River is, well, terrifying, to me. I much prefer the route via Husdon’s Hope, it is much more scenic, and the bridge crossing, beautiful.
There will be no pictures with this post. I took out the camera to document the swelling for comparison as the day passed, Chica weakly asked me “PLEASE don’t put this on your blog Marme.”
Due to the warm sun which has melted snow a little, and the freezing nights which has “re frozen” snow a little, our wonderful sledding run became a super slick run of danger yesterday and little Chica was pulled up the slope by her sister and a neighbor.
She’s okay. The immediate HUGE ostrich egg has been steadily receding, she has stayed coherent, read aloud Wee Gillis to us and regained her smile by dinner. She ate a good dinner, slept peacefully, despite the number of times her parents took turns gently checking on her through the night. She’s fine.
But I am not so sure about Mom and Dad, as we are reminded once again just how much we do have to entrust the protection of our dear kids to their FATHER, because no matter how much we try and want to, we can not see or avoid all the dangers on this road of parenthood.