Go figure...almost 18 months later he is healthy. It's so unbelievable and we are so grateful. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the 47 bottles of wine I drank over the last 18 months. Or maybe it was these 2 things we call kids that played a part in it? Who the hell cares where it came from, right? He's healthy, happy, and deserves it.
If anyone wants to spend the night at the Dunkle Miracle house of love....c'mon over your room is ready.
I know we're kinda tappin' out on the miracles over here, but I'm pushin' for just one more. I would like to have a built-in skinny girl margarita machine just appear in the kitchen one day for me and all my peeps.
Here's to another miraculous 18 months.