Yep, that about sums it up.
Our weekend/week/month changed direction dramatically when on Friday night, while creating what I'm sure would have been an incredible dance in an even more spectacular theatrical production, Hallie fell off of a chair and broke her wrist. Thankfully the break itself seems to be a pretty standard buckle fracture, but we'll see ortho this week for casting and a check of her growth plates in that wrist. In the meantime, she's in good spirits and rockin' a snazzy brace, taking her ibuprofen, icing her wrist, and (reluctantly) sitting through her dance classes.
Hallie is also feeling the love from our village (as am I), and for that we're both extraordinarily grateful. The beautifully generous people in our lives show up when we need them, with goodies, yes, but also with support and encouragement and love. It's during times like these that I can't imagine living anywhere else.
Next Friday I'm going to look both ways and up before I cross the street.
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