"...little children do have words given unto them many times, which confound the wise and the learned." —Alma 32:23

I was at lunch with a friend, and she started talking about the day of Elle's accident. Cam (who was 6-years-old at the time) had been playing with her son at their home that day. She told me some details I'd never heard before.

When they left the scene of the accident, no one knew the extent of Elle's injuries, and my friend had thought Elle would be alright and had assured Cam that everything was going to be fine. But on the brief ride away from the accident, Cam looked out the car window and said, "Well, I guess there's only 5 of us now."

(2012)

My friend had Cam sleep at her house that night. In the early morning, Rob had called to tell her Elle wasn't doing well and to ask her to take Cam to our home, so the kids could meet us at the hospital. When she woke Cam, he said he'd had a dream that Elle was okay and that she was coming home. 

As I see it now, Elle was okay, and she was going home.

Four years later and as young as he was at the time, Cam still remembers her and tells me things I had forgotten like, how they would take the gallon-sized Tang powder and two spoons out to the back deck and shovel that orange sugar down their throats and quick put it back before I caught on.

He told me this week that he and Elle used to spray my asthma inhaler into the air like "perfume."

Oh how I miss that blondie of ours.