Tuesday

It's a ridiculous time in the morning to be up and awake but I couldn't sleep.

Yesterday, Olivia was evaluated by an orthopedic specialist for the accident to her thumb and this morning, she will be having surgery to repair the damage.

Surgery.

Under anesthesia.

I'm sure that she will be fine. As a matter of fact, the doctor told us that by the time we boarded the plane for New Zealand, the whole thing would be nothing but a memory. I really want to believe him.

I just now peeked into her room and it's funny. In spite of her gazelle-like legs and burgeoning teenage attitude, my sweet Livvie seemed awfully little to me this morning.