Eight years ago, a question turned into an answer. Hope turned to fear, and took a few more years to tentatively turn back into hope. Eight years ago, on a sunny day in New Haven, Connecticut, we were handed the rest of our lives. Eight years ago, the worst and best days of our lives began in earnest.
Eight years ago, Schuyler was diagnosed with Bilateral Perisylvian Polymicrogyria.
Happy birthday, monster. You are still a motherfucker.
8 comments:
I have that day every year as well. Its like the anti-birthday feeling. A black hole. But, you are one of the good guys, so fight the good fight with us! :)
That is an absolutely adorable photo of Schuyler! Love it. :)
That photo made me cry. Not in a fucking-diagnosis way more in a the-chubbin-is-so-grown-up-now-wah kind of way.
Happy Birthday, Monster. Instead of cake you get a side of fuck you.
I have to confess that 8 years ago I also had earrings...
LOVE THIS PICTURE! Schuyler is adorable and you're hot!
thinking of you, your beloved schuyler, and that monster.
Such a sweet photo of a strong duo.
I still can't figure out how the likes of you created such a beautiful thing. Julie wears a halo in Michaelangelo's paintings, clearly. :P
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