May God bless you on this Memorial Day. And may God bless those who have risked their lives for our freedom and protection.
Shannon and I have 39 years of parenting boys under our belts (adding up our boys' ages) and, despite a backyard trampoline, we've experienced neither stitches nor broken bones. But in just four years of parenting our little girl, we've had both stitches and a broken wrist. Either she's especially fragile or we're doing something wrong here.
Anneliese seems to like here pink, glittery cast. It extends above her elbow (cumbersome!) but it's water-proof, so she can still go swimming and bathe.
We enjoyed going to Manhattan, Kansas, to officiate the ordination of Kelley Bowker into ministry. Kelley and his wife are leaving as missionaries to Ireland next year.
Shannon and I hadn't been to Manhattan in twenty years and I'd forgotten what the prairie looks like out there. We stopped at the scenic outlook just south of town and took a picture; I'd drive anywhere with that pretty lady.
And, yes, I wore my only purple shirt into K-State territory. You don't want to antagonize the locals! But I was wearing Jayhawk basketball shorts under that purple disguise.
Almost 6,700 service members have died since 9/11. Find info on them here.
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