In honor of our anniversary tomorrow.
My husband surprised me by the water tank at the end of Day 2 of the 2007 Komen 3-Day Breast Cancer Walk in San Diego, California after I’d walked 20 very slow miles with my daughter, stopping at every turn to nurse the foot that had been on the receiving end of a dropped suitcase the night before. I was hot, sweaty, limping, and swimming in self-pity. I stumbled over to the water tank because there was water with ice. I wanted to pack my bra with ice and then lay down and die.
I had no idea he was coming to San Diego. He’d told me a crazy story about going to Minneapolis with one of our sons to see the Packers play the Vikings. But what he actually did was take off driving from Milwaukee to San Diego as soon as I was on a plane flying there for…
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