Thankful....

Last night Samuel, Abigail and I went out to dinner with my parents and "Uncle" Casey. We were having a nice pleasant meal...Samuel even spoke "Italian" to our waiter when he ordered his food..."I would like spaghetti and meatballs, please" in a strong Italian accent. It was too cute. He was sitting laughing and talking while eating his fried mozzarella sticks. In the blink of an eye he started choking. Casey and Papa were sitting next to him and they both jumped up immediately. Casey started preforming the heimlich but the cheese wasn't budging. Papa then took over and at this point Samuel looked like he was going to pass out. Thank goodness, after the 3 or 4th attempt Papa was able to dislodge the piece of cheese. It was a scary scene, one I never want to experience again.