Finally, this week Chris was able to get back into carpool, for the last four days of school. He still can't carry a backpack, but one of his buddies lugged it in for him. So yesterday, the final Thursday of the year, I got to drive the gang for the first time since the wreck. And I was out of sync. I had forgotten the "Beach Boys." So we went with CCR, which I prefer but they don't. When they got out at noon (early release), I took them to Mr. Gatti's to celebrate. We were there with, apparently, most Abilene middle school students. One of the boys asked why there were policemen there. I wanted to know why the National Guard hadn't been called in. This was not the sixth grade year we anticipated. The fall went so well, and then that trip to Winterfest in January. It's all still a fuzz. Often I have to fight reliving the first disorienting hour, waiting for the ambulances to arrive. I don't know what's ahead for Chris. Despite being in Cook's for ten days, missing school through Spring Break, returning to school in a wheelchair, wearing a back brace, missing baseball -- despite all that, he has been amazing. Seldom has he thrown a pity party. He's moved from outside basketball, which he can't play yet, to inside basketball. (SEE, I KNEW MY BIG GOAL IN OUR LIVING ROOM BELONGED!) Every night we have a few games of "horse." This is sometimes followed by a little light saber practice. I can hardly bring myself to write this, but my little boy almost died in a Yukon just outside Putnam, TX. I'm so thankful he didn't.