Tonight Chris left us again. For some reason I am extra sad this time. Maybe it's just the hormones, but I think also that we just love him a lot and wish he lived closer. Sniff.
Do note the bandaid on the chin. We had a little incident while 3.5 miles and 1,000 feet down in a gorge on Father's Day. It required five stitches, but I'll write more on that later.
When I've stopped being sad.
Bye Big Bud.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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