On this day, nine years ago, Mark and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple. Never in my wildest dreams, did I imagine it would be this GOOD and this FUN....
My father, John, had successful surgery to remove his prostate yesterday. Though the cancer was aggressive, it was isolated in the prostate and excision of the 2.3 ounce terror was all the treatment he needed. No chemo or radiation! He will be home this evening, and Layla and I will be at his beck and call on Friday.