He had a busy day planned and was planning to just push through. But after another round of searing pain, he asked me to call our GP. They squeezed him in. Yup, the doctor agreed, it was a doozy of a scratch. He regaled Jason with stories of his own shockingly painful eye injury and gave him some eye drops and a prescription for pain medication.
Jason went on to his meetings and by dinnertime was exhausted. Nate was asking us questions about what happened, about why Grace did it, about when Daddy would feel better. Later, as I sat with Grace and Ava in the living room, Nate came up to me and said in a quivering voice, "I feel bad about what baby Grace did to Daddy. I feel bad about his eye." And then he started to cry.
And I thought, "Do you know how completely endearing and adorable that is? Would you like a pony?" I called Jason over and we reassured Nate that he was okay. I think Nate was a little freaked out--usually if Jason is sick, he doesn't look any different. But this time, it was obvious that something was wrong. I asked Nate, "Why don't you pray for Daddy's eye to get better?" He wanted me to do it instead. I encouraged him to pray. Then Ava stepped in. "To be fair," she said grandly, "I'll do it."
"Dear Lord," she said, "Please help Daddy and make his eye not hurt and feel better. And Lord, please help Grace with her cheekiness."
And sitting there, I thought: this, here, is a moment to remember.
Lord forgive me for my cheekiness, and help me forgive those who are cheeky against me.