Travis, do you remember that one time we decided to take the kids hiking, basically in our back yard to the Pinals? We found the perfect hike. We wanted to hike to the top, but we didn't want to hike all day long. We found a hike that started 2 and a half miles from the peak. Then our younger kids were getting cranky and tired of the hike, we still had a little bit to get to the top. The older kids wanted to finish. We came up with a brilliant plan. I would take the older kids up, and you would start hiking down with the younger kids and we would meet up. Well, we made it to the top. It was majestic! While that was going on, you were walking down, holding Leo, and you slipped. In order to not crush your son, you twisted weird. You heard a pop and knew something was just not right on your leg. I finally caught up to you struggling down the mountain with the two kids. You were in pain. I took the little kids and tried to help you. I wasn't really doing much help for you because I was dealing with the little kids. I finally made a management decision that I would just trudge down with the kids while you just went at your slow pace. We had been in the truck for a good 45 minutes when you finally made it down. I will admit, I sort of thought you were acting worse than it was, but I didn't say anything. You even made the comment that it may be broken. This was a Saturday. You borrowed crutches for church the next day. On Monday, you decided to get an X-Ray. I got the call from you that yes, it was broken. Insert food in mouth, well, I guess brain, because technically I didn't say anything. I guess I should say sorry for thinking you were overplaying your injury. And also, sorry I left you all alone on a mountain with a broken leg. I should probably work on my compassion! I'm glad it wasn't totally serious and that you didn't get surgery. You did rent a scooter because you can't put any weight on your leg, so that's pretty cool, right? Well, get better soon. Sure love ya!
Love, Your wife.
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