A Familiar Injury

When I was little, I fell flat on my face onto a concrete road while my family was on vacation in Frankenmuth, Michigan. Everyone remembers that I was scared by birds, except for me, who clearly recalls hearing a car and spinning around to get out of the road to avoid being hit. Whatever. No skin off my nose.

Except that's exactly what it was... skin off my nose. And underneath my nose. It wasn't pretty.

Yesterday morning, I took a picture of Juliette before school. Photographs have been few and far between lately, what with everything else going on. I love this picture.
And then at school yesterday she had a run-in with some sort of ride-on truck toy. Or rather, a run-in with the pavement after she fell off of it. It's pretty much exactly the same injury I had. Poor thing. It will be at least a couple weeks before she's back to looking like herself.
Even with the scabby mustache look, her face is still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.

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