A Cup of Humility

(2015) We talk about wanting more time as one of our “whys” at Eupraxia .  After Brady & I opened the West Salem location in 2015, my dad jumped into the program because he wanted to check what we did and support us!  Despite having a titanium femur due to a prior car accident AND already being in the thick of treating stage 4 prostate cancer, which had metastasized to his bones, he became a regular attendee and quickly known as the “Barefoot Ninja”.  This man in his mid-60s listened intently to the nutrition advice we gave, and overhauled his diet as a result.  He started supplementing with our Fish oil, vitamin D3, & probiotics.  He loved our workouts and the community.  He had great days and tough days, which primarily followed his chemo treatments or tests.  He was a little embarrassing sometimes because he would show up in his neon shirts, long underwear, and bare feet.  He acted like kickboxing was a legitimate box...

(google image) It’s probably not the norm to pack up and head to Las Vegas the day after ones father’s funeral.   But we did.   The trip had been planned as Brady was scheduled to attend the NAB Conference, and it presented as a great opportunity for us to flee town for a few days – just the four of us.   I hardly remember throwing our belongings into suitcases last Sunday in the aftermath of sadness that filled my soul.   After some thought, w e decided to follow through with the chance to have a “vacation” after not having been away since our last trip to Colorado in mid-2013 when I was battling horrible morning sickness while pregnant with Liam.     (WHO NAMED IT MORNING SICKNESS?) A few days away from our business, a few days away from homestudy paperwork, a few days away from responsibilities & obligations.   We had zero plans other than a scheduled flight there and a scheduled flight back.   It sounded wonderful.   ...

My dad died three days ago. Today, we have a three-month old. And three years ago to the date we were preparing for my father-in-law’s funeral.   I can’t say it ‘feels like yesterday’ that our sweet girl arrived because it doesn’t.   It feels like ages ago that we marveled over our tiny brand new baby; blissful and completely unaware of what life was going to look like in the weeks to follow.   Goodness, Skyla's birthday was beautiful and perfect.   Anger overcame me yesterday at the realization that my daughter’s first pretty dress is going to be worn at her Poppy’s funeral, while simultaneously remembering that Liam’s first size 18mo suit and tie were worn to his Papa G.’s funeral.   Some choice words accompanied the question of, “Why don’t baby books have a special ‘First Funeral’ section?   This is horseshit.”   The anger passed and sadness filled its place.   The tears flowed, and then the empty numbness. While my da...