This week started out more exciting than I'd prefer. My son had some friends over on Monday for the holiday for some sledding and games. Long story short, the visit ended with my son falling from a rope in the hayloft and a giant old metal pitchfork falling on top of him. Some ancestor of mine saved his life by bending up the tips of that pitchfork, and so he only ended up with a mild concussion and 4 staples. After suffering from memory loss for about 45 minutes and going into shock, he is now fine, thank heaven. Today he's no longer in pain, though his neck is still a tiny bit stiff. The human body is an amazing thing. We were so blessed. I know Heavenly Father has great plans for my boy.