Kris is Twenty Nine today. A day I feel honored to type.
29.
I was listening to my Pandora station this morning and a song came on by John Denver that made me cry. I know, laugh with me. CRYBABY.
The words rang true about this life.
Cherish every minute.
I am so so grateful to be able to say "Happy 29th" to Kris.
TWENTY NINE.
A few years ago we celebrated a birthday dinner he could hardly get through.
Little did we know what was taking over his body.
I am also honored to see pictures of him now with friends.
With his dogs. Especially Skipper who is madly in love with Kris.
The bond of finding eachother at the perfect time.
Twenty nine.
He twisted most over moving back home. Because of pride.
He works every day even though some days he just wants to sit on the couch and be still.
His body is feeling the wrath of radiation.
Of the massive amounts of chemo and chemicals it absorbs daily.
Twenty nine.
Getting discouraged some days when he knows his forgetfulness is a real deal.
Never tossin in the towel, just making check lists, and pulls back in the driveway more times than not.
Pills.
Doors locked?
Water off?
Lights?
Chemo.
Twenty nine.
Given a new chance.
A delicate one that holds no boundaries or proof.
No guarantees for any of us, and so we love hard on the days we feel the weakest.
Twenty nine.
Listening to his mom rattle off labs, or advice of med changes.
Taking wipes from her hand to wipe a cell phone down one minute, but then picking his nose because his habit to clear his nostrils is just 100% a habit.
His strong Republican belief makes him save and
live within his means.
Working even on the days he doesn't feel like working.
He believes in love.
His closest of friends lingered in the distance as he fought for his life, and yet they pick right back up when together. Like last weekend.
Corey, thank you for hugging your brother tight with gratitude last weekend.
When you can't drink at a bachelor party, and the gangs goin' gang-buster....you do it for love.
For best friends.
He has a mom that has fought from the moment she heard his first breath, through all the days he continued to fight for breath. She's been his rock, and she's been his biggest fan.
She's a momcologist and she's a warrior.
Twenty nine.
Picture taken June 2015 (little did we know...)
Never one to play sports. Loves to talk. Loves friends. And loves life. Always wakes with a smile.
Needs food pretty quick after waking...or watch out. LOL
Kris and Trevor 1994
His NEW 1st Birthday! Surprise! He was shocked!
He's twenty nine. With a new birthday of January 13-
Born at 5:49 am on August 17, 1989- To be reborn at 5:00pm 27 years later.
Kris, I hope you feel protected and surrounded by love for the rest of your days. I hope you fulfill the dreams that fill your heart.
Twenty nine.
Pretty amazing if you ask me.
I hope the next 29 are filled with love. Happiness. HEALTH...and most of all, good kisses...and warm long hugs....
Kris and Rachel Summer 2018
Happy Birthday son. You deserve so much.
You really do.
I will always wave the biggest flag for you-
I took a day off today. For me, for rest, for reflection, and to celebrate the birth of my favorite son.
Twenty nine years of loving you,
Your Mama
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