This guy here turns 39 on Wednesday.
Yes, the fourth boy of mine that rarely makes it to the blog has a birthday. He asked for a piecaken for his birthday because he wants a turducken for his 40th birthday and thought I should practice this year by baking a pie inside a cake for him, which I did.
We had to celebrate early because today, Tuesday, he is having elective surgery done.
You know, the kind of elective surgery where they remove a large portion of his bone marrow, fly it to halfway across the world, and give it to an 11-year-old boy who will die if he doesn’t get it.
Can we take a second to talk about heroes here?
This guy here who looks so terrible in hats
yet so good in balls,
this squirrel here
with a violent streak
this spacesuit wearing
child hat modeling
puffy haired husband of mine
This same guy who is on the PTSA board, who is assistant coach to one son’s soccer team and who is referee for his other son’s team, who is the sole bread winner for the family and who is also my personal foot massager—he has been my hero for a long time.
And now, today, he is volunteering to be someone else’s hero as well.
This, folks, is the face of a hero.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Crockpot rotisserie chicken
Lemon marionberry piecaken