Grace

My mama has always called me Grace, sometime after I grew out of the "wonky punk" name she gave me but not some of the others my daddy came up with.

Well...I have lived up to my name by breaking my leg. Carrying my "punky wonky" MaryRyan, I missed the last step and twisted my right ankle...in being a mama bear I tried to protect her and turn to land on my back. Fortunately, she didn't notice a thing...Unfortunately, my left leg snapped on the way down.



So, after a Saturday trip to Urgent Care, a Tuesday trip to an Orthopedic, I was celebrating St. Patty's Day in surgery. 8 screws, a plate, 7 stiches and what will be a lovely 6 inch scar on my lower leg.... I am laying in bed with a Gator blue cast with a couple Bat Man bandaids. (Carter takes good care of me).



Between, a husband that takes care of everything, a mother that dotes on all of us, and some awesome church friends. I am finally comfortable and well feed for the past week.



God is good...even if you are clumsy and lacking Grace.