Seventeen years ago today, on another Saturday afternoon, Cheryl and I got married. Unfortunately, I got sick the night after our wedding and we spent our honeymoon in the ER. I spent it doing unmentionable things with the contents of my stomach.
Today, all these years later, we spent the day in a familiar spot – a hospital – this time with Adam as he had his ailing appendix…
I’m almost sure I’m revisiting this topic, but it’s a worthy subject.
What? You don’t believe me?
The other day Cheryl was talking to someone about her grandmother’s wedding ring. Cheryl wears it on the “other hand,” in addition to her own, which she wears on her “right hand,” which of course is her left. I had a little too much fun writing…
Paging Buzz Aldrin. Buzz, you’re needed on the ladder.
My wife made a startling revelation to me the other day, one that may have betrayed her kind. I don’t have a quote. It came out over the course of a conversation rather than an easily digestible sentence or two. However, the gist was: she’d pick the pain of childbirth over my stint in the hospital doing chemo.
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