scary things happen quickly. just like leaves falling from a tree, one minute it's there hanging firmly to its branch and the next moment it's drifting in the wind.
this morning, just like every sunday morning, we were harried and getting ready for church. it was my turn first in the shower while will watched dax. dax was enthralled in doc mcstuffins in the middle of our bed. our bed is pretty tall and the top of the mattress sits about 3 feet off the ground. one minute things were fine and the next dax saw something exciting on his show and he lunged out for the tv and tumbled off the bed. will said everything played in slow motion and he lurched forward to grab him but did not make it before dax fell to the floor.
will screamed "no dax" and then i heard dax crying. instantly will came with dax to get me from the shower. we all sat in shock for a few moments and dax cried while we took turns holding and comforting him. i was still dripping wet from the shower when will told me it was okay to go dry off and get dressed. dax was sad and sore, but seemed okay. we said our prayers and thanked God for keeping our boy safe, even though something so scary had happened.
we told dax we'd jot this one down in the big book of boo boos, but the rule is that things like this can only happen once - and this one is now checked off the list.