It was two years ago yesterday that we found out about Summer's brain tumor and she had her first surgery. She's three and a half, so we've been dealing with this tumor now longer than we haven't.
And somehow, I completely spaced about it until today. I thought about it in the days leading up to the 29th, and I thought about it today, but I didn't think about it yesterday. I thought about the tumor, of course - that never leaves my worry list - but the two year anniversary didn't register.
Maybe that's a good sign - a sign that one day, 4/29 will mean nothing to us. It will be so far behind us that we won't even notice it's passing. Doubtful, since I am good at remembering numbers. Names and faces not so much, but numbers stick with me. Except, of course, on days like yesterday when I have no idea what the date is.
Luckily, we happened to be doing something fun anyway - we spent the day up at the Skagit Valley Tulip festival.
Two years ago:
And look at her now!
More photos to come from this beautiful day later.