Well, it feels pretty good to be alive - especially with today being Father's Day. I cried a bit as I put Knox to bed tonight, asking God to give me many more Father's Day's with my children. I don't know if I will be that lucky or not, but for one day, today, it did not matter. I couldn't give Mr. Knox enough kisses on his forehead as I put him into his crib. Sometimes I scare Coop because I squeeze him too tight as I get him ready for bed. I know that tomorrow is not promised to anyone, but the further I get away from my diagnosis, and the closer I get to surgery, the more I appreciate every second that I have. This week was crazy. We worked so hard in "The Meadow" to make a couple's wedding day special. I of course ended up in the hospital. As I came in from some yard work, I layed down because I wasn't feeling well...Wendy took my temperature, and I was running a fever of 102. She called the Cleveland Clinic, and they said to get to the ER. So we went to Robinson Memorial. After several tests, they diagnosed me with pnemonia. I got to spend the night in the hospital. I will be fine. (Now I just have to get over the poison ivy). Oh yeah, we got a new truck...I'll have to get a pic of it and get it posted soon...it's pretty frickin' cool. But the center of everything is Mr. Knox, and the Cooperman. For the longest time, I couldn't imagine having kids. Now I can't imagine my life without them. Funny how life works.
Mr. Knox has been crawling confidently for a little over a week. In this video, he sort of pulls on the carpet to get along, but he has proven that he can crawl even without the shag carpeting. He will be walking before long. Coop stood up and walked on his first birthday...and it will be interesting to see how Knox compares.


Smile, today could be your last.