I gave John some items from his hospital stay to sort through. Pictures, cards and such. He kept it all. I’m going to purchase a nice box and put these items in it for him.
He and Bianca began talking about the accident; he told her about the doctors thinking that his kneecap had been left at the scene, but they found it in the wound and were able to reconstruct his leg. I told her that the doctors told me (prior to surgery) that a good portion of his leg tendons was left behind on the pavement and they might have to use tendons from a cadaver in the surgery. They didn’t need the cadaver. Those doctors were amazing. But I digress. John explained to Bianca that those things were why he doesn’t run well. She said something (with a smile) about liking his gimpy run. 
That was her word: gimpy. It was cute. I was excited. I didn’t know that John was running now. I wanted to see it. I had seen him bound across the yard from the car, but that was it. He explained that his running was that only a bit faster. I said that I still wanted to see! We went out back and he and Bianca ran! It made my day. It’s not a smooth run, but it’s a run!
John doesn’t realize how amazing and beautiful I think that his body is. He knows how blessed he is, but still, being young, seems to focus on what has been lost. All of his scarring, the gimpy run…to me, it is absolute beauty.
Around 2am I received a call from a hysterical Bianca. My stomach immediately knotted up and I rather harshly said, “What is it?” after she said my name in tears. She said that John had just been arrested. At that moment, I was relieved.
He is in the Blue Springs jail without a medical necessity and needing $4000+ to bond out. This is the boy who walked across town in the middle of the night, in the winter, to bail me out of jail. If I could do it, I would in a heartbeat. I feel helpless. I am angry. I am sad.
Right now I’m feeling intense animosity toward his father. If that asshole had shown one ounce of respect and love for the boy (for all of the kids), he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.
I hate my ex-husband. I know that you are not supposed to hate, but at this moment, I hate him once again.
John has a term of endearment for Bianca. Lady.
John’s girlfriend, Bianca (isn’t that a beautiful name?), called this afternoon and told me that John’s car had been vandalized and his CD player stolen. John came by shortly after that and showed me the damage to Susie. Her passenger window is gone. The twits felt it necessary to leave a few dents on her body. They scratched up the trunk trying to break into it. They were obviously very young as they only took the radio. Although, they did try to steal the car. I forget what he said the damage was to the starter/steering wheel/and whatever else. But we know that they were young because they only took the CD player. He had his camcorder and amp in the back window. They are still there. Jerks. He’s worked so hard on that car.
John Mark came by to mow the lawn this afternoon. Bianca (his girlfriend) and Elizabeth placed a cardboard box over the bunny nest in hopes of protecting the kits. While mowing, John saw one of the kits jump out and run across the yard. He and the girls caught the baby and placed it and its siblings in the box until he finished mowing. Poor Mama Bunny was probably watching from across the street in a panic! After he finished mowing, we put the bunnies back in the nest. After we chased them around the yard, of course. Our strategic plan of action was to place the sleepy bunnies on top of the rambunctious bunnies. It worked! We placed a wood chip X on top of the nest to let us know whether or not the mother returns tonight. I think that it must be about time for her to leave them on their own because some of them keep hopping out of their own accord.
