But trust me on the sunscreen...

We got some news earlier in the week. In Kyle's own words, he said "I got the skin cancer." He called me just after I'd gotten to work with the results of his biopsy - basal cell carcinoma. I immediately started to tear up and didn't stop for a little while. I cried several times throughout that day. Not because he's going to die (at least not from that), but because we're twenty five, because the word cancer is scary, and because there's nothing I can do to change it. I'm the one with blond hair, blue eyes, and visited the tanning bed a few times in high school - not Kyle. It took me by surprise and reminded me that life can't be taken for granted. God doesn't promise us health or wealth. We cannot know the number of days that we have; we can only worship Him with them.

I'm reminded of the song that was popular back when we were in high school, Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen).


I took this picture on our honeymoon, a little over a year and a half ago. The little red spot you see on his chest has grown since this was taken, and it will be completely removed next Wednesday. We'd appreciate your prayers - that they would get it all and that it wouldn't return. Kyle's also hoping that the scar from the surgery "looks really cool and turns out to be in the shape of something, like a chicken drumstick or an Abraham Lincoln silhouette."