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Friday, August 20, 2004 11:36 PM CDT

FRIDAY NIGHT

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We're home now. Dave was sooo glad to see the kids. He looks really great. He's been on the phone non-stop since he got home.

He's planning on going to football practice tomorrow. They have daily doubles in 100 degree heat, from 9-noon and again from 2-5 pm. He's amazing.

Forgot to tell you all that he wore his Walla Walla Blue Devil Football shirt that says "COUNT ON ME" like he did for both surgeries.

The picture on the front page is a picture of Dave playing guitar at Erik & Evy's house last night. He stayed up way too late singing and playing with Erik, but as he says, "It was good for my soul." He was so happy to be with Erik again and to play music.

Sonja and Canute, Evy & Erik's two children, were also a trip highlight. Canute sang along with Dave a number of times, and Dave danced the Charlie Brown dance while Canute played Charlie Brown's theme song. Sonja played and sang as well, and watched the Olympics with me. It was a very special time, and seeing them, as well as Peter and Mark, made us miss living near Seattle, it's easy when it's not raining!!

Thanks for all your support. Thanks to Denise for sitting with me yet again, and always being there when I need her. And to the grandparents for watching the children. And to Peter for a lovely post-GK dinner!

Please continue to pray that over the next 4-6 weeks, the radiation will do its job and as Diane Phillips says, "annihilate that annoying sucker!"

Love, Michelle

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