Oh the change...

Yesterday on our way out of church somehow Ezra managed to get a pretty good head bump. I guess playing with a bunch of 5 year-old girls is wilder than I imagined... pretty dangerous business. I heard him hit. I didn't go running. I was calm, I was collected... man am I proud of myself. My mom was right next to him and I slowly finished gathering my stuff together to head home to infuse... no panic. I am calming down about this whole thing...