I woke up this morning and in a rare moment of actually saying the right thing at the right time, the first words out of my mouth were, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Babe!” I was going to take a light day. I would run down and check on the bridge work and then come back and hopefully get to spend some time as a family. As I was loading up the quad bike to take some cement down, a metal digging bar slipped off the bike and slashed my foot open. The cut went deep and soon the appropriate Valentine’s color was flowing. I quickly went back to the house and assessed the damage with Bethany. In the end, we hopped in the pick-up truck and went to the GOAL clinic in town and got stitched up. Now this was not necessarily the most romantic thing we have done together but what can one expect in Sudan? Happy Valentine’s Day.