Did you have a good week or a bad one? My last seven days have been a strange and unexpected mixture of both extremes. A week that started as Dr. Jekyll ended up as Mr. Hyde.
On the one hand, several amazing things happened. On Monday, my oldest son did a super-terrific job on his first-ever spelling test. That may not sound like much to you, but it is to me. As a two-time school Spelling Bee champion, I have high hopes for the Scarlett spelling legacy to live on. Some families raise blacksmiths. We Scarletts raise wordsmiths. Sam “M-A-D-E” me proud.
My beautiful bride had her birthday on Tuesday and turned…um… 24(?) . Her added years mean added beauty. I love growing older with her.
On Wednesday, our home refinancing was approved. We received a ridiculously low rate. Truth be told, I feel guilty about being secretly appreciative of the downturn in the housing market right now. But, things changed on Thursday. That’s when I got a message from my best friend from high school. His name is Mike Krause.
Mike is married to a beautiful young lady named Chrissi. Even though I’ve never met her, she makes Mike happy. That makes me happy. Mike is an Iraq war veteran. More recently, he’s a Nashville flood survivor. Mike’s also one of the wittiest guys I’ve ever known. His messages usually make me laugh out loud. Thursday’s note, however, did not. Sure, he was as clever as ever, but this time he was writing to give me the big bad news of the week. Mike has cancer.
Mike has cancer. Mike has cancer. No matter how many times I say that phrase, it still…
