RB EB Happenings

  February 8, 2022 Rhett –  I woke you up this morning softly singing the Happy Birthday song.  When I got to the end of the song, in my own sleepy state, I realized that you were actually my gift a dozen years ago on this day.  This “birth” day of yours, was the most incredible gift I ever received.  Although we celebrate you annually on this day and look forward to another trip around the sun, I will forever be grateful of the gift you were to me on this day.  You made me a mom, something I never imagined for myself.  You have been my joy, and my strength.  You have been my greatest accomplishment.   For your short 12 years, it’s been a journey for you with experiences most don’t have until they are adults.  Not only have you been blessed to ride shotgun to your Mom’s career, joining me in travels all over the country, living in two states, attending events and even sitting in a chair as a model from age 2 on….you have walked a path of great tragedy and loss, by losing a parent throu

February 8, 2021  My favorite son-shine….  It’s been a couple of years since I have sat to write you this letter on the day of your birth. We have been through hell and back in that time. Together, but none-the-less, we have walked a path. Not a path that we purposefully asked to walk, but one that I will always cherish we had each other for. It has continued to shape you as a young man, and us, as a family.  You see, son, during this past two years, your Daddy fought and lost his battle with pancreatic cancer. We walked that journey together, with him, and we held onto each other through the highs and the lows. The pain and the loss. I was so proud of you for never wavering, and being present, even when it was incredibly hard. Now that he is gone, we are walking together through the changes in our lives together that move us forward. Together, we will find the next chapters of a beautiful life we have waiting. I can’t even begin to describe how much hope, pride and happi

Another year…. Every year, I sit at my computer and take the time to reflect on the last year of your life, and of our life, together.   I do this, because I don’t want to forget the details and the milestones.   I don’t want to forget your voice, your laugh, your smell, your hugs and kisses, and who you are now.   Someday, I’d like you to understand the details, or have insight into my mind and what exactly, you, have meant to me, your mother. Eight.   I’m not quite sure how we even landed here so fast.   In 10 years, you will be an adult.   You are ½ way to driving.   I’m continuously floored with these facts.   I try not to count, but I just can’t help myself at times. We have now been in Colorado for ½ of your life.   This has become your home, your comfort, what you know.   It’s where your family resides, and your Nanny & Grandad reside and spoil you.   You love your home, family, puppy Leeloo, your school and friends, and the routine of living in Colorado.   Ye

February 7, 2017 Fall 2016 How can it be.   The eve of you turning 7.   ½ way to 14 (ick).   I marvel at how fast this last year has again, flown by.   We just finished our nightly ritual.   Homework, dinner, special treat, ipad time, bath (or shower sometimes now – but you still love your relaxing baths), then we say our goodnights and settle down to read before bed.   But tonight was different.   Tonight, you read to me.   You not only read to me, but you read like a pro. Big words not causing you any pause, and your enjoyment of the fun rhymes flowing off your tongue like you’ve been reading all your life (hardly).   I listened, and thought about the fact it was the last time you would read to me as a six year old. I am simply blown away by the little things, that are truly the big things.   The fact that phonics is nothing for you to process.   This comes naturally I suspect (pay off from reading to you since birth).   The fact that your maps test scores at school show