Baylor got fixed this week. No wandering man dog for us this go around! The kids have been so funny about his surgery. Tiki is so confused as to why we would do that and often looks at me when he asks "why?" with a weird fear in his eyes like we may do it to him some day. Gabby said, "he got hes balls cut off!" Hysterical (and inappropriately worded for many of you readers out there, sorry, welcome to our home)! He hates the Cone of Shame (as do all dogs, I think). He just looks so humiliated. The first two days were so funny because he would lie on his bed and just whimper. We googled to see if he was in too much pain and learned that he just needed attention. So true! Big baby! (Kind of reminds me of when Andy got "fixed.")
Andy proposed during a curtain call of Me and My Girl , a musical in which he played an old man who went most of his life without telling the woman he loved that he loved her... Twenty-three years ago today Andy asked me to marry him. . . . he was my best friend and I thought he was the love of my life. Should I have said no? I don't know how many times I have now been asked a version of that question in the past couple of years and I cannot count the number of times I have asked myself that question over the past decade, but it is a dumb question with no great answer. If I would have said no 23 years ago, I would have saved myself from so many tears and so much pain, but I would have missed so much laughter and so many exciting firsts and I would be such a different person. . . . Because of this day, 23 years ago, I am who I am and I have so much to be thankful for. Because of this day, 23 years ago, I have five of the best kids on the planet. They are t
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