Grace

It's days like today that I truly hope that Livia is blessed with much more grace than I am. Not the kind of grace that you give towards others, but the kind that's required for navigating one's body without bumps or falls.

I do not have that kind of grace!

Ever since I was a very little girl, I've been extremely clumsy. Sometimes it was because I got in too much of a hurry; other times it was just because I wasn't watching where my feet were going. Regardless, there was nary a week go by without a new bruise or scratch.

Even to this day, grace eludes me...

As I was going down the stairs last night to hopefully get some laundry done - and maybe get some pictures downloaded, I completely lost my footing and fell. Hard. It just about knocked the wind out of me, and I was quite dazed. After realizing that overall I was OK, I got up to assess the damage...

I was carrying my camera (in it's case) and no harm was done to it whatsoever. The cookie in my hand was broken in half, which I took as a sign to eat while I got over my ouchies. My big toenail bent backwards, and now the tip is purplish-black, and my elbow took the brunt of the blow. Luckily nothing's seriously hurt or broken (other than my pride that is)

So next time you're out & about and you see a Mom who keeps tripping over her own two feet, wave - she might be me!