Injury!

Last night we went to church. We were only about ten minutes early but there were only two other people there and no one to unlock the door. We got out of the car and I was going to put my keys away when Holly started screaming. She had slammed the car door on her finger. The door was locked. So I had to open my door and then reach in to unlock hers. Having a finger smashed is painful enough but then to have to wait for someone open the door is harrowing.

Holly has always been a bit clumsy. Bumps and falls don't bother her much and she usually responds with, "I'm OK!" Finger injuries, however, are particularly horrific for her.
When she was a tiny baby, only nine months old, her finger tip of her pinky was severed. (That's a story for another day. It happened in Romania when her tiny finger was caught in a cabinet door.) Praise the Lord that this time, it's not nearly so bad. Her screams were heard by everyone nearby and one sweet lady ran to a nearby house for some ice. The bruised finger should heal soon. Probably sooner than my heart.