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Two years ago today, my best friend (who as far as I know is both a devout athiest and is firmly opposed to the institution of marriage) flew to the opposite corner of the country in order to perform a wedding service for Kris and me. He wore his very best Jesse Custer attire, and the ceremony he wrote was smart and funny and just all-around perfect. It was a wonderful, magical, (and very hot and humid) day that was capped off when Kris and I got to watch the fireworks at Epcot from a private uncrowded location with an unobstructed view. It was the first (and only) time that Kris got to see the whole show clearly, and it was a fantastic end to a fantastic day. Of course, it would have been a fantastic day even if all that happened was that we got married by a justice of the peace in some clerk's office. The simple truth is that being with Kris was, is, and I sincerly hope always will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. She makes my life better in a million different ways, and I just don't deserve it. I love her so much, I can't even begin to say it. Which I don't do anywhere near often enough, anyway. Kris, I love you. I really, really do.
One year ago today, Ben was terrifyingly ill. After having spent three weeks at Florida Hospital with no progress, on this day he was transported via ambulance to Shands in Gainesville. Shands is a teaching hospital, and was the only place in the state with doctors who were qualified to perform the procedure he needed. I spent the morning at the hospital, then came home and went out to an absolutely amazing anniversary dinner with Kris, then wound up driving up to Gainesville pretty much immediately after dinner. That dinner was the bright spot in an otherwise terrifying and frequently infuriating summer. Ben was just so skinny, and would not eat anything. He was pale as a ghost, and we were seriously discussing with doctors whether or not we would need to have a feeding tube installed, and trying to figure out what that meant for school and for his life in general. As it turns out, it was not necessary. The doctors at Shands did an amazing job, Ben recovered completely, and started eating all kinds of new things. He now wieghs almost twice as much as he did when he left the hospital. In fact, he's starting to look kinda pudgy. What a difference a year makes.
So today, I am taking my nephew out for a few hours to a local attraction. Then I am leaving him with my mom for the ngiht, and this evening Kris and I are going back to the same place for another amazing dinner. I hope it will be a wonderful and romantic evening. Kris deserves it.
One year ago today, Ben was terrifyingly ill. After having spent three weeks at Florida Hospital with no progress, on this day he was transported via ambulance to Shands in Gainesville. Shands is a teaching hospital, and was the only place in the state with doctors who were qualified to perform the procedure he needed. I spent the morning at the hospital, then came home and went out to an absolutely amazing anniversary dinner with Kris, then wound up driving up to Gainesville pretty much immediately after dinner. That dinner was the bright spot in an otherwise terrifying and frequently infuriating summer. Ben was just so skinny, and would not eat anything. He was pale as a ghost, and we were seriously discussing with doctors whether or not we would need to have a feeding tube installed, and trying to figure out what that meant for school and for his life in general. As it turns out, it was not necessary. The doctors at Shands did an amazing job, Ben recovered completely, and started eating all kinds of new things. He now wieghs almost twice as much as he did when he left the hospital. In fact, he's starting to look kinda pudgy. What a difference a year makes.
So today, I am taking my nephew out for a few hours to a local attraction. Then I am leaving him with my mom for the ngiht, and this evening Kris and I are going back to the same place for another amazing dinner. I hope it will be a wonderful and romantic evening. Kris deserves it.