Stiches

Poor Wiley had to get stitches for the first time.  He tripped out of the broken glass storm door that I had broken earlier in the day with a fluke rock flying from under the mower clear across the yard at it and shattering it.  I felt horrible.  I thought that I had made it okay until we could get it fixed. The poor boy had to miss almost two weeks of soccer.  I just about passed out at the Doctors office when she was getting the glass out of it.  It was pretty deep. It healed up perfectly.  I am so glad for people that can handle doing those things.