My girls are coming home today.
I’m simultaneously thrilled and saddened.
They didn’t choose to come home, it wasn’t their decision. They were supposed to be up another week.
On Friday, after 87 years of a life unbelievable, Ryan’s grandfather passed away. The girls will return for his memorial service, where we will celebrate Papa Dick’s life and try our best to teach the girls that there is so much to be proud of in their great grandfather. That they should brag about him for the rest of their days, since he was genuinely a man to be admired. Surrounded by all five of his kids and three of his grandchildren, Richard Ryan passed peacefully…and of this I am certain: with no doubt that he was fully loved.
July 27th became a day of juxtaposition for me. In the wee hours of the morning, 3:12am to be exact, I welcomed a new little man into my life as Brandy and Kevin texted me with the details of Oliver Mann’s speedy arrival. Late Thursday night, as the group messages between friends (oh yeah- Momma in labour was texting updates. She’s as BAMF as they come, folks. No lie.) were flying around, Brandee mentioned that she will one day declare those moments as some of the best in her life. I had to agree…to be miles and miles and miles away from your friend while she delivers her second son and still genuinely feel a part of it all? Pure magic. I rode on the high of too-little sleep & too-much love all of Friday…and thank goodness for it. I needed those pictures of sweet Oliver & my glowingly gorgeous BiFF.
Thank you to all our friends & family members who have offered their condolences. At times like these, it’s amazing for Ryan and I to look around and feel the support of a group of wonderful people we have surrounded ourselves with. Thank you so much, you have made this time undeniably easier on our hearts.