We're alive and doing well. It's been a crazed week. A perfect balance of work and play. Blogger is being cranky and not uploading right now. I wish I had some fantastic story to share but I'm so exhausted I'm at a loss. So I will leave you with this...
Eat tacos. They are delicious. Serve them with this and this you'll be happy.
I admit it, I'm horrible at math. Give me a math that has a practical application (20% off at Gap, for instance) and I'm a rockstar. Give me some bizarre, abstract, math problem and I'm calling my kid brother. I'm not too proud. Dude graduated with majors in math, and history, he needs to use his over priced education for something. Besides, he owes me.
In this case though, my math is not wrong.
Today we had 1 beautiful day and I had 1 exuberant little girl asking me to play outside. Those two numbers together means I got 0 photos edited and ready to show you. Well, except for this one.
So maybe my math should be 1+1=1. No matter which way you slice it, I wouldn't change it for the world.
A quickie post with a few pictures of the weekend.
This is my brother Justin. It's his 26th birthday today. Everyone say "Happy Birthday!". 
This is Mark. He had a solo gig on Saturday night at the Raue Center. He was awesome. I cried.
This is Nate and Kristin. They got married Saturday afternoon at the beautiful Klehm Arboretum. I cried.
There were many tears shed this weekend but many more laughs.
More to come when I've had a chance to take a breath and edit these pictures.
Life for the Witt girls has been about 90mph for the entire month of June. There have been birthdays, parties, endless amounts of work, final preparations to get the house on the market, summer camp, dance classes, family drama, family moving... The list goes on and on.
This weekend is no exception. We've got a birthday party, a wedding, and a friends gig all on Saturday. Sunday brings Justin's birthday. I'm exhausted already but I'm really looking forward to it.
The camera battery is charged, the lenses are clean and ready, and the memory cards have been cleared and formatted. I'm ready.
What are your weekend plans?
I've watched this about 20 times today. I want this back more than I've ever wanted anything before.
slide show
I would take it all back. The hours of medical attention, complex dressing changes, playing in human tendons. The struggles to do the most basic things. The hurt in my heart to see Scott be physically limited.
The only thing I don't want back, and the only reason I can get up in the morning, I know Scott is at rest finally. He no longer hurts. I can handle anything now.
My deepest appreciation to Mrs. Kara Schultz for taking these photos that mean so much to me. And for all my SPN girls, thanks for making it happen. I miss you all.
Summer is officially here. 
Kate and I have been trying for weeks to soak up as much of it as possible. We've been to the pool, to the beach. We've been on picnics and we've played front yard baseball. 
Being out in the sunshine just seems to heal us. It reminds us that we are just little tiny people in the great big world. There are so many other things going on and no matter how hard we try to stop it, life just keeps on rolling. 
We can't go backwards. We can't undue the past. We can simply live for the moments that we're given today. Kate will hear certain songs on the radio and tear up. Announcing from the backseat that she's "sad Daddy is gone but he always sing me this song when I was a baby. Member mom? He loved it."
She's right. Be sad for a moment. Allow the loss to fill you. Long to make the call to tell him Sloop John B is on.
Then let it pass. Let the memories of Scott singing the song to my pregnant belly bring a smile to my face. Rejoice in all the moments we had to laugh, tell bad jokes and be part of Scott's life. There is still so much goodness on earth. Scott wanted us to always find it.
Three years, ten months and nine days, 33,816 hours, 201 weeks. Doesn't matter how you look at it you didn't get to be her daddy here on earth long enough. You tried so hard to make every moment count. Always telling her how proud you are, how beautiful she is, how much you love her.
We knew there would be obstacles with your health. You always faced those challenges head on. Never giving up, never letting her see you quit. You showed her what true bravery, love and will power can do.
For only having 1409 days as a father you certainly packed in a life time of memories and lessons. Kate and I sat down tonight and watched the video of you and her watching her first Cubs game. You didn't even know I was taping it. That's the best part of the video. You were just you. Holding her, loving her, talking to her even though she was only a few weeks old.
She's going to know how much you loved her. She'll know it because you have already given it to her. You'll always be her best daddy. When she goes through that awful teenage phase of hating her mother, I'm so glad she'll have her daddy to love. You won't be here to tell her to be responsible, act nicely, do the right thing or follow her heart but she'll hear it anyways. I know with every piece of me, that you will always be a warmth in her heart and a sensible voice in her mind.
In 33,816 hours you accomplished more than most dads do in a lifetime. One of the few benefits from knowing you weren't going to be here long enough.
Thank you for making every moment count. Thank you for being a wonderful father to our baby girl. And thank you for always watching over her.
From her first breath...
to your last, you were simply the best father anyone could ask for.
You will forever be the best dad that ever lived.
We love you and miss you every day.
Always,
B and K
