I guess that I must document the unfortunate events as well as the blessings. On July 10 I received one of those stomach sinking texts "URGENT, CALL ME" from my mother. I called. It was the kids' lunch time. Mom said, "Paul is gone." What? I didn't understand what she was trying to say. My heart was prepared for loss just from the tone of her text but this didn't make sense. Mom just married Paul 6 weeks ago. They were over the moon in love with each other. They were going on their honeymoon tomorrow. After being left once, abused, surviving cancer, my mother was finally going to be cared for into her golden years. So, "What?" Paul was never revived from his massive heart attack. He was healthy, so we thought. He was a man of Giant Sized Faith. He is gone. I cried, called PaPa, and moved through the lunch preparations. For me death couldn't stop the life that I had to keep going in that moment. When my man came home from work we hugged, prayed, and booked a 17 day travel adventure for the littles and I to go be with MeMe. There are many moments in that 2 week trip that I will forever have treasured up in my heart. Polaroid moments of fear, sadness, strength, curiosity, support, and love. We got to see all the family once again. Highlights being the opportunity that the kids had to see Auntie Mary, Uncle Deacon, ice cream dates with Nico and Hallie, first swims on a lake shore, T-Ball, spontaneous day the ZOO. AND a baby boy's passage from NONE to ONE. It was a sweet day with the cub. We enjoyed a pancake breakfast with candles. A early morning drive to the Sunrise Side where all three kids ran and played. There were drastic changes in weather complete with lightning fallen trees on the house. For dinner I made homemade pizza and monster sized cuppycakes. I thought the cake was mostly going to serve as a smash cake for baby but he pretty much devoured the whole thing. The awesome part was that after all the sugar we let him down to play and he took off walking. Previously Cub had taken 5 or 6 steps at a time, all of a sudden falling wasn't much of an option. Not only did he walk he began to try "talking" to PaPa on the phone and jumped right into the kid pile and became a wrestler. I just sat back and was amazed at all the changes a day, or I should say a year makes!
I guess that I must document the unfortunate events as well as the blessings. On July 10 I received one of those stomach sinking texts "URGENT, CALL ME" from my mother. I called. It was the kids' lunch time. Mom said, "Paul is gone." What? I didn't understand what she was trying to say. My heart was prepared for loss just from the tone of her text but this didn't make sense. Mom just married Paul 6 weeks ago. They were over the moon in love with each other. They were going on their honeymoon tomorrow. After being left once, abused, surviving cancer, my mother was finally going to be cared for into her golden years. So, "What?" Paul was never revived from his massive heart attack. He was healthy, so we thought. He was a man of Giant Sized Faith. He is gone. I cried, called PaPa, and moved through the lunch preparations. For me death couldn't stop the life that I had to keep going in that moment. When my man came home from work we hugged, prayed, and booked a 17 day travel adventure for the littles and I to go be with MeMe. There are many moments in that 2 week trip that I will forever have treasured up in my heart. Polaroid moments of fear, sadness, strength, curiosity, support, and love. We got to see all the family once again. Highlights being the opportunity that the kids had to see Auntie Mary, Uncle Deacon, ice cream dates with Nico and Hallie, first swims on a lake shore, T-Ball, spontaneous day the ZOO. AND a baby boy's passage from NONE to ONE. It was a sweet day with the cub. We enjoyed a pancake breakfast with candles. A early morning drive to the Sunrise Side where all three kids ran and played. There were drastic changes in weather complete with lightning fallen trees on the house. For dinner I made homemade pizza and monster sized cuppycakes. I thought the cake was mostly going to serve as a smash cake for baby but he pretty much devoured the whole thing. The awesome part was that after all the sugar we let him down to play and he took off walking. Previously Cub had taken 5 or 6 steps at a time, all of a sudden falling wasn't much of an option. Not only did he walk he began to try "talking" to PaPa on the phone and jumped right into the kid pile and became a wrestler. I just sat back and was amazed at all the changes a day, or I should say a year makes! 
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