I was struck last night that it is only by God's grace we have not ended up in the ER yet with Collin. We try to be vigilant parents and have appropriate baby-proofing measures in place, but he is just drawn to danger. For example, last night I was holding him as I grabbed some milk from the refrigerator. (As an aside, today's his last day of breast milk. Our freezer stash has been depleted, so he's a cow's milk man from now on!)
As I'm pouring myself a glass, I offer him some and realized he couldn't take a sip because something was in his mouth. Oh, just a round magnet the perfect size for choking. Thank you, Lord, for keeping him from swallowing it!
Last weekend we're in his room, and he's playing while I'm putting away his clothes. I check on him and he reaches under the bed and hands me a pointed screw. No idea how that ended up on the ground under his bed, but so thankful that he passed it off to me rather than trying to ingest it.
And because I'm not always overflowing with thankfulness as should be the case, my unthankful moment of the week was when the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles worker asked for my weight at my license renewal. I guess I looked like I had gained a few pounds since my weight was last included in the database - probably when I was sixteen. Of course I have added a few pounds since high school - and maybe it's a standard question if it has been 10+ years since renewals - but I still took it personally!
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