Shiner

I can't remember the first time I had a black eye. I do remember the last... My daughters were about three and I went in every night to kiss them before I went to bed. As I bent over Amanda, she suddenly rose straight up and caught me on the corner of my eye! It swelled up pretty good and stayed varying colors for the next two weeks and was not pretty. I shouldn't complain, they got their mom too! All this came back to me this weekend as my youngest tumbled off a large rock and struck the side of his eye as he came down, leaving a swolen little guy with a tough attitude. I think that is sometimes how we feel in life, like something just knocked us and left us bruised and swolen. But it is just temporary. We push on through and come out the other side reminiscing about the experience. We are resilient. I guess we were made that way so we could grow from those bumps in the road and be stronger in the long run.