a celebration of me

This month, we all celebrated my fortitude and strength of spirit, my commitment to fervent personal prayer, and my great desire not to be locked up in a looney bin.
We commemorated the two years that I've been dealing with this:


Since it's an "off year," we didn't have a formal party for Pocket, but celebrated by going on a little family trip with their Gramma and with a quiet family dinner at home. Pocket got to pick out her cake - she was *this close* to picking out a brown dog cake - and a set of party plates.




Good times were had by all.