When they pull together before they fly away....

The original girlfriends that have held close throughout elementary, middle and high school are holding on to every little moment before they all stretch their arms out in this big life.

College. 

Some groups jetted off to Hawaii- eh em Gianni....ha.

Others venture over to a mountainside home by the ocean side.  Thank you Maria's brother Richie-

Dinners were planned.

Horseback riding was planned.

Floating in the pool was planned.

I spy red cups. 

I  hope they enjoyed every single minute.  They've worked for it....all twelve of them. boom

 It's cute to see Kali's perspective of shots to send Mom. 

I casually checked the menu for an idea of what to exp$ct on this adventure.  Each meal weighing in at a simple sixty bones.  ha.  

I receive this, and can only think....hmmm sure looks like Shelly and I. boom. HA!


Happy sweet blessing to you all.

We are holding tight to the moments we have with Shirley.  We hear many different stories.  We hear words of encouragement, and words of love.  We hear words of how to's and where to's.  But the one thing we hold onto in room two thirty six, is her.  Her face.  Her hair, her hands.  All of it. We watch every move on every nurses hands. Their facial expressions.  The buttons they push, their every movement around her bed.
The way she scrunches her face.  And moves her head.  All of it.  We wonder. We beg for her to answer us back.  We caress her face, and her feet. We're told to keep those to a minimum.  But that's hard. She's a Mom.  She's a Grandma.  She's a fighter.  She's ours.  And we aren't ready to let her go.  Not yet.
Medicine.  Machines.  Life. And hope. 
I can only sit and wonder.  Wonder what everyone is truly feeling.  Especially her.

Hope. 

Today I continue to hope for peace.  In all of this.

One thing I know for sure- She has a tribal following in her children.  That's one thing we can hope for in this life.  To be so surrounded and advocated for during the darkest hours.  From our children.  

Have a nice weekend friends.

Call a loved one.  Celebrate this life, because we have one shot. 

Love and peace,

Billy, I love you, and I will forever and ever be your little rock. Stay strong. xo

Lisa