Last night as we were walking into Burger King, Emily holding onto my arm, she tripped and fell. Her falling is (one of)my biggest fears. She is wobbly, one leg shorter than the other and walking even a short distance is hard for her but she insists on walking into restaurants because she is embarrassed in her chair because people stare at her. They stare anyway but the chair makes it worse.
When she fell it took me by surprise and I went down with her. I don't' know that I could have stopped it even if I knew it was coming, but, maybe I slowed her down a little. She landed on her "good" knee and hands. It scared her, it hurt, it embarrassed her. She wanted to cry but she was too embarrassed.
After we got her up, which wasn't easy, and made sure she was okay I loved on her for a long time and then made a joke out of it. I told her we looked like two little fat dominoes falling over. She thought it was hilarious and we laughed and laughed about it but NO ONE else was allowed to laugh. If her Daddy or brother laughed at our domino joke she got really mad "NOT funny, hurt me"

She is fine, the knee was only red not even scrapped, we seem to by okay as long as there is no blood involved.

She is my hero.