Three farthest points on a triangle...

On Christmas night, as I was loading the kids into the van, I fell off a curb and severely sprained my ankle. It blew up like a balloon (and kept me in an immobilization boot for the next six weeks)....During the chaos of that whole traumatic event, my three little angels each reacted in perfect alignment with their individual personalities.

As I lay on the couch in excruciating pain, getting my ankle iced, Matthew nervously popped in and out of the room. He would watch, try and change the subject to some lighter topic, all the while staring uncomfortably at my ever-growing cankle...

Michael, my snuggler, has always been EXTREMELY sensitive to my emotions. As a toddler, if I looked even the slightest bit displeased about something, he would ask "Mama, are you angry to me?" That night, he would not leave my side. He kept petting my face, kissed me, and tried really hard to smooth out the frown line in between my eyebrows. So sweet....

And then there was Missy....My wonderful volatile fireball of happiness (most of the time) who's focused in her bubble sometimes...Now, let's remember---all three kids were there when I fell, not to mention the drama of trying to get into the house afterwards, gathering the ice packs, and carrying me to the couch to lay down...About an hour later, with my foot elevated getting iced, Michael petting my face and Matthew hovering around me like a nervous-nelly, Missy happily bee-bops into the room with her Star Wars laser gun, shoots everyone and then stops, confused, and asks, "Hey, what happened?"