Today you had a fight with the van.
The van won.
In fact, the van put you in the hospital.
8 stitches and a headache later I get a text message from Christina with several sad pictures of your forehead.
I was instantly worried and called right away. You said you were fine.
It brought back bad memories of when you fell off a ladder six years ago and ended up with some nasty head wounds. We joked that it was a good thing I wasn't there today because I would probably just have told you over and over again "It's so bad, mom, you're gonna die!"
In all seriousness, I am so sorry you got hurt today.
Please be more careful.
I hope you feel better soon and heal quickly.
I will call and check on you tomorrow.
I love you so much!