163. Taking life in stride
"Devin's two front teeth were ready to pop through. One point on his gums showed a tiny edge of white, and another point looked bruised. Within the last week he'd fallen out of his walker and off his parents' bed, and he'd raked the roof of his mouth with his spoon hard enough to draw blood. He was taking life in stride; Jennifer was beside herself."
On a personal note, the baby whose teeth were popping through will be 16 next week.
From the It's Only a Book project in which I'm deconstructing my 2003 book, Grace: A Memoir, and turning it into art.