I want the words and pictures to match the experience, and so I wait until the moment when I've got the time to create that combination... but it never comes.
I have stories to tell my boy Van about how brave he's been and how proud I am of the hard thing he's been through and what he's taught me about courage and perserverance. But until I have a moment for that, here are a few pictures of my sweet guy.
Because he's back! Today, the cast came off.
Waiting to see what the Dr. would say.
All of us.
Watching. Van was fine as long as he had a fruit snack or two.
The beast.
Good thing they didn't ask if we wanted to keep it.
At each step, Van would tell the nurses " Good job!"
Van was immediately ready to go play.
And scratch his leg.
Once he found his way through the dead skin.
When we got home, he tried it out. It's still a little wobbly, but it's great to be back in the pool!
Maybe another time while Van is sleeping, or on a bike ride with "honey" (his dad), or busy playing with his friends at the park, I'll try to capture these last seven weeks for our memories. But it won't be at the expense of a single moment I can spend with my boy now that he's lost his "big sock".
Maybe another time while Van is sleeping, or on a bike ride with "honey" (his dad), or busy playing with his friends at the park, I'll try to capture these last seven weeks for our memories. But it won't be at the expense of a single moment I can spend with my boy now that he's lost his "big sock".
