Dom required bandages today for some owies. He then wanted to check and see if I had owies, too, rolling up my pant legs. He found my scratches.
Don’t slide on a dirt patch in the soccer field. Dirt, scratches, pebbles, stinging in the shower… How silly of me.
He put five bandages on my legs, covering the scratches and smiling up at me because he had made it all better.
Later in the day, he came to find me nursing baby girl and informed me, “there’s another owie so I’m going to the living room to heal it.”
Dom, the healer.