The Wedding in North Dakota Edition
I thought I would give you an update on my father, since we got to see him this past weekend.
[Insert big happy smiley face here]
We went home for the wedding of my sister’s son…
I have known Jon, gosh, since he was a baby and I didn’t have any. Now he’s a grown man getting married?
That’s just weird.
Unfortunately these things do happen…time marches on, taking my eyesight and memory with it. [Note that I’m good enough to include wedding dress photos. That’s just a little service I thought I’d provide.]
Plus the bride was much better at posing than other people.
I mean, really.
I think I’ll slap this one on our Christmas card, just to spite them:
I did really like this photo of my husband.
And I love this one of him and my dad:
My dad complained about “looking like a shrimp” standing next my husband, so John did a knee bend to make him feel better.
I was like, what are you doing?
I am all about photographic integrity, I am.
So anyway, here it is–the update I promised–way back when at the start of this post. My dad is more or less cancer-free; at least, the doctor thinks he got it all and won’t need to see him for another three months. He is taking a prescription drug called tamoxifen but that’s it. No chemo needed. No radiation necessary.
Can I get an Amen?!
And may I give you a decade (at least) of thanksgiving? Thank you, everyone, for all your prayers.