My sister-in-law, Karen, has a nephew, Sam, who is about Tattoo Boy's age. Like TB, Sam enjoys riding his motorcycle and playing the drums. Friday afternoon, Sam lost control of his motorcycle and crashed into a sign. As of today, he's had four surgeries for a lacerated liver, fractured pelvis, broken leg and fusion of nine vertebrae in his spine. Thank God he was wearing a helmet for it could have been far worse!
Some folks would have fallen to pieces over this accident - not Sam and his family. They're grateful he's still with us. Sure, he's got a long road to recovery ahead of him, but he's here and that's enough of a blessing to keep the Taylor family praying and praising. And they're an inspiration to me.
My unexpected blessing this weekend was finally having a few hours to myself for my sewing. I worked on a quilt for my ex-husband's nephew's high school graduation. Almost done with the piecing - had it not been for a goofy error, I would have completed the top by now.
Next up - a comfort quilt for Sam.