I want to use today's blog to wish my husband, Rick, a very happy birthday. It's amazing to think he almost didn't make it into this life. He was born 3 months premature and was fighting the Rh-factor with his mother's blood. Rick was given a complete blood transfusion at birth and they didn't expect him to survive. A priest was even called in to give last rights. Forty-six years later, you'd never guess this guy was once small enough to fit on the palm of his father's hand.
Happy Birthday, Rick -- I love you!