Physically connected.
Safe in the family bubble.
Away from the hubbub of a crazy, distracted world.
A time that I've come to appreciate and truly love.
Miss you Buddy...
It’s been 2 years my ole friend...
…we’ve painted walls that once wore your slobbery mark
...we've added a little guy, Oliver, to the nest
...and Yeay's taken over my office space full time
I think of you often...
Mostly when I'm walking Finn
...or on the occasion when you visit us in a beautiful sunset.
Can you hear the kids?
'Look...it's Henry. Henry is saying Hi. Hi Henry'
I sure hope their voices reach your ears -- as wrinkled and curled over as they were...
It's those times when I'm reminded again of the fabric of family...
...and how there's a hole in ours where you once were
That draft can bring in sad feelings of loss and wishful thinking of seeing you again.
It simultaneously provides a space for light to enter...
...and brings a warm reminder that you'll always be shining on us...and in us...
...until we meet again.
Miss you Buddy...
The Weekend...
Parent fatigue factor...HIGH.
Finding our way...
It’s never clear really…
What’s next?
…around the bend
We make plans
Dream
Go through the motions
…and life sorta happens
Flowing
Like a big beautiful river
Often times I watch from the banks
Where it feels safe
Quiet
I sit still
Gaze
…and just watch
I’m not much of a swimmer
So you can imagine what the other times are like
I enjoy watching my kiddos skirt along the edges…
Jumping in periodically
Testing the waters (and themselves)
…and racing back to my side
Hearts racing
Breathless
We’re in good place
Making it up as we go along
Finding our way…
And then she was 8...
We call her The Original.
...and today she turned 8.
Our Mady.
She fills my heart in ways that I never could have imagined.
Here's a look at today....
