Ammon and I have decided to take up tennis. I'm not as bad as I recall, and he's pretty good himself. That's just about the only fun thing we've done the last couple of weeks. Working Saturdays and nights makes for really limited leisure time with my hubs. Still, I've managed to work my way all the way to the middle of the 6th Harry Potter book. If you have a difficult time reading the series, just push until you get to the 4th. Because it's all fun and games after that. I LOVE.
SO now I'm just going to spotlight a picture or two with a lovely little story.
You can't really tell, but this is moments after Ammon broke his face...in 3 places.
We were ice skating in McCall for a choir retreat last October. He was racing a friend, I was watching from outside the rink, and he face planted. It was the most horrible fall that I've seen in real life. Horrible.
This is us at our ward's Halloween party. I dressed to match him.
(And no, I didn't appreciate the jokes people made about abuse.)
Anyway,
He didn't go to the Doc for about a week, and was advised to have surgery.
He now has metal plates in his face! No, they aren't magnetic. I tested it.
Oh and did I mention that he had the surgery the day before we took engagement pictures?
Can you tell?
1 comment:
i love that last pic. I've seen it like a million times, and it never gets "unsweet"
I can totally relate to missing my hubs, and going hours upon hours (or what seems like hrs)
I had my honey home for 6 whole weeks, granted I worked 80% of the week, but it was so lovely to have him around. And now. Back to normal and I loathe it. At least we miss them, there are some couples who rather love not having to see their significant other for more than 8 hrs. After 10 yrs, I know you will be just as twitterpated (sp??) as you are now, just as I am with my love. :) aw. tender moment. silent pause. sigh***
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