Highlights of Team Triplet's recent 5K race.
Forget about a story or extensive commentary from me on this race. You can read Sarah's post for her version of our experience that day. The only thing I will say is that you have to be up front at the start otherwise it is ALL OVER - too many first-timers, kids and back-of-the-packers.
See me in the crowd talking to my brother? Sarah was already frustrated enough at this point to take off:
There's my honey in the white hat on the left - she has her eye on passing Mrs. Single Stroller!
Team Triplet reunited at about the halfway point. Here we are in the final stretch:
See me in the crowd talking to my brother? Sarah was already frustrated enough at this point to take off:
There's my honey in the white hat on the left - she has her eye on passing Mrs. Single Stroller!
Team Triplet reunited at about the halfway point. Here we are in the final stretch:
Did I mention how frustrating this race was? We ended up doing about a 10:oo minute mile pace, which I consider respectable, given the circumstances.
Preparing for the 2028 LPGA.
I broke out my clubs for the first time this season the other night. I decided at the same time to introduce the game of golf to my girls. Here's Anna with her eye on the golf ball.
Here's Emily - she was into it!
Here's Emily - she was into it!
The Empty House.
Circumstances are such that the home we lived in for the first two and a half years of our marriage is currently vacant. The other night I did a walk-through of the house which Sarah & I put an enormous amount of our sweat and heart into. The darkness which had descended upon the day contributed to the feeling of emptiness I felt as I walked from room to room in the house which contains so many emotions for Sarah and me.
Four years ago we left that home en route to the hospital expecting to welcome our first child into our lives.
As I walked through the rooms of our previous home, I was overcome with the same feelings I felt upon returning from the hospital almost four years ago. The house was dark, the outside air temperature was comfortable, but yet a chill filled the air – the kind of chill which does not go away by pulling a sweatshirt over one’s head. Bare walls and dusty window sills. Abigail’s nursery - empty again. Peering out the window into the darkness I am reminded of the overcast day when we were told our beautiful Abigail had no heart beat and had died before she could take a breath in this world.
Our current home is filled with beautiful sounds - Allie, Anna and Emily provide joy and laughter which I never dreamed possible. Just like our old house, though, my heart will never be filled to capacity. Abigail is not here with us and my heart will forever have an empty spot.
Tomorrow is June 4, 2010. It should be a day to celebrate Abigail’s birthday. There will be no celebration. We, instead will spend our day giving each of our daughters what they get and deserve everyday – our complete attention and more importantly, our love.
Abigail Ruth – June 4, 2006 – Taken from Our Arms but not Our Hearts.
Four years ago we left that home en route to the hospital expecting to welcome our first child into our lives.
As I walked through the rooms of our previous home, I was overcome with the same feelings I felt upon returning from the hospital almost four years ago. The house was dark, the outside air temperature was comfortable, but yet a chill filled the air – the kind of chill which does not go away by pulling a sweatshirt over one’s head. Bare walls and dusty window sills. Abigail’s nursery - empty again. Peering out the window into the darkness I am reminded of the overcast day when we were told our beautiful Abigail had no heart beat and had died before she could take a breath in this world.
Our current home is filled with beautiful sounds - Allie, Anna and Emily provide joy and laughter which I never dreamed possible. Just like our old house, though, my heart will never be filled to capacity. Abigail is not here with us and my heart will forever have an empty spot.
Tomorrow is June 4, 2010. It should be a day to celebrate Abigail’s birthday. There will be no celebration. We, instead will spend our day giving each of our daughters what they get and deserve everyday – our complete attention and more importantly, our love.
Abigail Ruth – June 4, 2006 – Taken from Our Arms but not Our Hearts.
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