It was a nice peaceful day at the lake. Brady and I skipped breakfast and got up a bit slower. I got a fire going, and he got his cards and gifts once the kids were back from eating at the camp. We moved slowly through the morning and eventually went and joined the crowd for a lunch of BBQ and sides. It was a HUGE feed, and no one was complaining.
The afternoon hit a little bit different. Brady pulled out the guitar and played some beautiful songs. Encouraging, faith filled songs. He sang loudly and confidently, and a couple of us sad sacks cried on the deck. Friends and loved ones came and said goodbye and good luck. So many beautiful people have invested in our life and our family, it was very meaningful to see them come and intentionally touch base before a big week ahead. There was SO much love there this weekend. There always is, but it was different today. Heavier. And deeper.
Remember ten years ago when I delivered a huge baby and moved in the same week? I wonder if school wrapping up the day after a brain surgery will feel similar in terms of output 🤔 I guess we’ll know soon 💜
Brady, my sweet man, you have touched the hearts and lives of SO MANY. I hope you know how dearly loved you are. And on a day to celebrate fathers, I hope you know how important you are to your children and your family 💜 Yes, things have shifted and your role has changed in some ways, but we all love you deeply, exactly where you are, as you are, without any question.
I hope you feel honoured today, my love.
Ok let’s go eat pudding in bed now.