The Good with the Bad

Do you remember our little sicky Henri? Well, he fell ill again and this time he didn't make it. Henri is the only pet I've really had (I don't count the five consecutive red fighting fish I had--which I named them all Reddy, so clever). I was surprised how much I miss his sweet, stinky face and soft poodle fur. It was really sad to visit my mom last week and not have him there to greet me, lick my hand, and snuggle next to me.

My poor mama has had an even harder time. He was her little companion for so many years. I know she misses him terribly.

Then we had another loss in our grammie. She had recently been diagnosed with cancer and had a long, painful road ahead of her. We miss her but feel relieved that she was spared the drawn out suffering. Grammie lived a full life of travel, learning/reading, volunteer work, painting, bicycling, holding tight to her faith, raising two boys, and loving five grandchildren. My mom pointed out that in all of the photographs of her, she is the one who stands out. She really did have a glow and warmth about her. She should have no regrets for the good life she lived and we know she is at peace.

Amidst the sadness Ryan and I are doing well. Angela is growing well and kicks like crazy. Ryan enjoyed his short break and is in class again. He's very excited because he got us ASU season tickets. He just loves football any way that he can see it. For his birthday last spring he got DVR and HD as his present. This is the time of year he can really use it. All I can say is that I hope Angela likes football.