As long as I was digging around in Petanque 07 photos, I thought I'd include this other one, too.
You are one of the toughest ladies I know. You have taught me not to be afraid of power tools or souffles or articles due in 12 hours. I've seen you replace a toilet, and I've seen you dive into a swimming pool in your wedding dress. Both quite gracefully. Last summer, you powerwashed ten years of cat pee from the eaves of our house while drinking a pbr. Later, you went home and cooked an elegant eight-course meal for 14. Okay, so I made that last part up, but you could have and you wouldn't have broken a sweat or let anyone touch a dish. And then you would have built a bonfire and insisted that everyone stay. I'm confident, as we all are, that you will kick this cancer so hard, it'll never come back, and you'll do it wearing a belt buckle and boots.
Love always,
Jamie
ps Yesterday, I ate bacon! I was hoping to lose my bacon virginity with you, but there it was on the brussel sprouts looking so chewy and salty and there was no picking it off. It was delicious. I'm looking forward to sharing a BLT with you.
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