I got up early so I could work in my classroom before church yesterday. I got there just as the sun was rising. I had a great view of it from the balcony by the classroom.
My toe was hurting because earlier in the morning my foot slipped off the edge of the tub and I stubbed my toe. When I got home I checked on it, and it was bruised. I was so excited! I never bruise! My skin hurts when I bump things, but the bruises never show. But look! A bruise!
In the evening, I was in the back watering plants, and I saw the sunset. A perfect book-end to the day:
I do believe you are about the only person I’ve ever known to get positively excited about being bruised. Just wait, you young whipper-snapper – when you’re our age you’ll awaken and wonder where the newest bruises came from. Not so exciting.
Yes, welcome to the club of fragile blood vessels. We welcome you with mottled arms.