Tumbler

Came home Friday night to an eerily quiet house.

Wasn’t supposed to be that way. Jen, Abigail and Jen’s Mom were supposed to be there.

Gretchen was in her crate. There was a pretzel on the floor. Something wasn’t right.

I called and left a message on Jen’s phone as I searched the house for clues.

The box of packages she meant to mail was still there. The empty milk bottles set out for exchange were still on the counter.

I started to get nervous as I sent Jen a text.

Feeding the dogs to distract myself, I heard the garage door opening from downstairs. I went down to meet them.

Immediately I could tell something wasn’t right by Jen’s expression. I could also tell Abigail was her normal happy clappy self.

Apparently Abigail had made a mad dash for the open gate and tumbled down the stairs. Besides some bumps and bruises she was fine. Jen and her mother took her to the Dr. to be sure.

The Drs. expert advice – babies bounce. she’s fine.

– b