didn’t think I’d make it, did you? I’m obsessed dedicated. We’re sequestered on Amelia Island Plantation, less than 15 miles from our house, enjoying a girl’s weekend away from home.

Well. we were enjoying it until LittleA fell up a set of concrete stairs this afternoon, knocking a top tooth backwards and splitting her lip and chin in several places. Yes. I did say UP a set of stairs. Probably not the last time she’ll be lost reading something that she’s holding in her hands, and simply walk into an obstacle.

I’ve spend many an uncomfortable moment this afternoon wondering if only we’d made one tiny different decision today, how different our day would have been. I’m not articulating this well. I hope I can come back to this thought.

LittleA is fine, scraped up and talking funny because of the fat lip, but otherwise OK. She’s home with her dad and I’m trying to salvage the trip with TeenHer. See you tomorrow, Internet.