...Shark Attack

       I would be lying if I didn't say that there were times when I laughed so hard it literally felt like I was going to bust a stitch. This is one of those stories.

       Chad and Jenny came over to our house ever night that my family came over, and they stayed until everyone left to be the last ones to hug us before we went to bed. I love both of them so much, and I doubt we will ever be able to repay them for the unconditional love and friendship they showed us that week.

        My Aunt Mary is my mom's sister, and she has been a below-the-knee amputee since she was 3 years old. She lost her leg to cancer, and at the time I'm sure my grandparents worried very much about her quality of life as an amputee. She has been happily married now for more than 30 years, has two beautiful daughters who are both married, and has never once allowed her missing limb to define her or to inhibit her from leading an extremely normal life.

        Anyways, I was out on the back porch when this story happened, but hearing it retold literally had me on the floor alternating between laughing and holding my incision. Apparently, Chad hadn't noticed that my aunt is an amputee, and he started questioning her about what happened to her knee before he realized that there was a significant skin color change between her thigh and her shin. My cousin's husband, Brett, quickly seized the opportunity to play a prank on poor Chad and started sayind, "DUDE You're not suppose to ask that! We don't talk about it!" and I'm sure Chad started backtracking as fast as he can. That's when my Aunt chimes in to say, "It was taken in a shark attack..."


       And that's my family.