Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Babyham Really Gets Into Saint Patrick's Day
I took this picture this morning and when I went to post it I realized that it is St. Patrick's Day and I just happened to dress him in a green shirt today and he is carrying our green parrot on his shoulder. We couldn't be more festive even if we tried. Ham LOVES to hold our bird Dude on his shoulder, just like his daddy. I am always amazed how patient the bird is with him. Ham's lips are puckered because he feels compelled to constantly give the bird loving but violent wet kisses.
When I think of St. Patrick's day I think of two things:
First, when I was on my mission, I had a companion from Dublin, Ireland. Her name is Sinead Connolly (isn't that the most Irish name you can think of!) She is to this day one of my best friends. Once I was asking her about St. Patrick's Day in Ireland and was very upset to discover that the Irish do not wear green on this holiday and subsequently they DO NOT PINCH as a penalty for not wearing green. This was pretty much like finding out that Santa isn't real. Also, they do not say "Top o' the mornin' to ya". Ever. What a let down.
The second thing I think about is John's car accident. Two years ago today he got T-boned in his police car while going through an intersection with lights and sirens on. He was in the passenger seat and his trainee was driving. He could have very easily been killed. He was hit right on his door by a woman going full speed in a minivan who "didn't know how to turn the cruise control off". To relive my 2007 St. Patrick's Day, let me give you a rundown of the phone call I received:
John: I've been in a bad accident. It just happened. I need you to come down here right now.
Me: Are you okay? Are you hurt?
John: I'm okay I think, I just want you to get down here as soon as you can.
Me: Are you okay? Are you in pain?
John: Yes it hurts really bad, but I'll be fine. My leg hurts. (horrible grunt of pain) Don't worry, just get down here.
Me: What do you mean your leg hurts? Your leg hurts when you walk?
John: Oh honey, I can't walk. I need to go, the Jaws of Life are here to try and get me out of the car. I love you, bye.
The whole thing was surreal. I rushed out of the house in a panic and then a sergeant called and told me they were sending an officer to meet me halfway and drive me to the hospital. I got there quite a bit before the ambulance and it was agony to wait there wondering how badly John was hurt.
His pelvis was broken in two places, but he had no other injuries, which according to the laws of physics, is just about impossible. I still get choked up thinking about how lucky I was that John was protected that day.
This is my permanent St. Patty's Day memory. Today when John left for work I told him to beware of snowbirds in minivans and just to be safe he should probably wear some green this year.