That somehow this black night feels warmer for the spark

Aly told me to do the photo thing. So that is what I am doing. By the way, Spain rocks. And I am having the best time, and cannot properly articulate how wonderful it is. Well, not without being a little naughty.

( Valencia! And things! )

My wonderful son is a month old today. To celebrate, Aly bought a video camera and proceeded to film me squealing and running out of shot for a good oh...seven hours. Apparently it never gets old. I beg to very much differ. Oh and she filmed the baby too. And...other things, but that was totally on a different tape. One can never be too careful.

Anyway, so we broke the camera in good and proper. Please do not punch me, David. I bruise like a peach.

Aly also took this picture. He is my handsome little man! So adorable when he's sleeping. And when he's awake. And when he's doing anything and everything ever.

And now there is singing and Lydia, Anna and Caleb make Thomas a cake. I did not help, but Aly did. I got to play with cutie widdle baby while they did all the hard work! And now I will eat the cake of their labour!

My last brace is coming off tomorrow morning, and then you can all laugh gleefully at me as I hobble about. My physical therapist says it is best if I walk as much as I can even though it is incredibly painful. It's better to be in pain now than to lose the ability to walk. I very much agree with that statement!

I haven't walked anywhere in a very long time. It will be nice to do so.