It was my birthday. For the first time since we got married Paul was able to spend the entire day with me. No finals, no work....it really was the best birthday present ever.
We had breakfast together.
Paul made me an ice cream cake, bought me a cheese cake, and built me an indoor photography backdrop. It might be a while before I eat sugar again.
She wasn't really interested in being my test subject. Little does she know that this is the first of many pictures to come.
Tired, and wants to eat the cheese cake without waiting for the birthday song. Me, afraid she's going to burn herself. Laughing because this is picture is going to make great memories.
I would venture to say it was the best birthday ever,
until I got a call from my sister saying my Dad was in the hospital.
My brothers and brother-in-laws were taking down a tree at my grandma's house. A c-clamp that was supposed to take one of the branches down detached and went flying at my Dad's face at freight train speed. In short he was bleeding everywhere. He was taken to the hospital where he was given a crazy amount of stitches and later went back for surgery to put three metal plates in his head.
I am grateful he is alive.
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