"On the dance floor... "
No this story isn't as happy as that song.
I receive a call from Jeremy when I was on the bus to the parking lot asking where I was.. and just those few words trigger "O No!" feelings.
Jeremy had cut his ankle on jagged cement while digging and had already filled his shoe with blood. Thankfully, Sam and Evelyn took care of him until I finally made it home..
Baby lets not make this a yearly thing. I've already done 2008 & 2009 hospital surgeries with you.
So blessed it was only stitches. Praise the Lord!
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