Well we have had an eventful few days! On Saturday morning Bryan went for a motorcycle ride with his friend Kyle. They were pretty far into the ride when his front tire completely blew out. He lost control and crashed, landing on his left hand. He had a feeling that it was broken. They were high up the mountain and had to ride back down to the truck. He had to still pull the clutch with his sore hand, while trying to control his squirrely, flat-tire-bike. Poor guy! He got a little light-headed and had to stop and lie down for a bit. That's when Kyle snapped this pic below...
On the x-ray it is, in fact, broken. It's not a huge break, but you can see it below his pinky finger. There are 2 cracks running vertically. It's a "boxer's fracture." Coincidentally Bryan has only ever had one other broken bone in his life, and it was a boxer's fracture on his right hand. You'll have to ask him the story about that one! (He'll have to wear a cast for 3 weeks. Not tooooo bad, but typing at work won't be easy.)
He was a trooper and still took me out for a birthday date that night though! How thoughtful of him! I kept saying we could cancel, but we already had a babysitter lined up so we did end up going to dinner at least. Then on Sunday he even made me a birthday cake, with some help from this gal:
On my actual birthday, yesterday, I backed out of the garage in the morning to see this: My awesome neighbor Renee had decorated her truck into a giant birthday card!
Then I glanced to my left and saw this: our awesome Young Women leader at church had put this on my yard!
Like I said, I have the best neighborhood ever! Thanks guys! I guess 38 won't be so bad. (Thirty-seven never bothered me, but for some reason thirty-eight sounds so old!)






























