Dad. Husband.

We are sick. I want to spare you the details, but let's just say that I spent the majority
of Sunday night hanging over the toilet bowl bringing up chunks of food and bile
(oops, details), and drifting in and out of exhausted sleep on the tile floor in the bathroom. 

I'll take some time to get us all up and running again. In the meantime, I just wanted to
say thank you to my husband, that big warm soul, with his strong arms and beautiful mind.
What would I do without you.

(Picture taken in June. Sisie is a mere two months there.
Time flies and still, this feels like an eternity ago.)