
Ok not all of the stairs but the 3 steep stairs that lead to the landing of our back door. It was quick. I had stepped over the gate we put up to protect our children from the same fate. One foot slipped as I brought the other over and the next thing I knew I was down. It took a minute for me to realize that I actually fell. Laying with my back smashed up against the stairs I could hear "Up" in the next room and my boys happily playing. I knew they were alright, so I just stayed there for a minute thinking.
The thoughts that followed:
1 No tears. Hum.
2 Dang it that hurt. It really hurt and even though I know I can get up it's going to hurt all week. (Don't worry I kept asking Matt all night to check for bruises. Their are none.)
3 If I were older this would have been a disaster.
4 What if I am older and I only think that I can get up.
5 Isn't that the way it happens? You're just living life and with one careless moment everything can change.
6 Try to move. Can. (4 & 5 were dramatic but they flashed through my head.)
7 Deja vu, I have had many split second moments on the way down these stairs where I wondered when they would get me.
8 It hurt less than I imagined in the split second moments. (But it still hurt.)
9 Decided that I had spent plenty of time on the floor so I got up & took some Ibuprofen.
10 Stood looking down the stairs and felt grateful for health, life and moments that could have been something but turn out to be nothing.









