I have succeeded at a number of things in life, but my friends and family would tell you that love is not one of those things. In fact, my ability to choose a man to be my partner in life has met with various levels of disaster. So much so in fact that my friends had requested to choose the “next one.”

Now, not every relationship was a total loss. Of particular note was my marriage to my children’s father. He is a good person and without him I would not have experienced parenthood which was and is my dream come true. We now are better co-parents than we were life partners. I respect and him and care about his well-being. I’m proud of us for being good parents and putting our son above ourselves.

But the high school sweetheart who is now an Elvis impersonator – he was NOT a good choice. I won’t go through all the others – let’s just say that for a variety of reasons, who I have been attracted to has historically not been who meets my needs and brings out the best in me.

Until this year.

I had not been looking when I found Lee. And he was not unknown to me. I knew him – only slightly – through work. He lives in South Dakota and we saw each other in December at a board meeting I made a presentation at before I left to celebrate Christmas in Budapest by myself. I was thrilled to be doing a solo vacation for the first time in my life. I mentioned to him that we should have dinner the next time he was in DC. He agreed. I meant it as a friendly but professional dinner.

You see, I liked him and thought he was nice but I had no idea he was towards the end of an unplanned and unwanted divorce that had shaken him to the core and shattered his heart some months prior.

In the first days of the new year we started texting and talking and by the time our professional dinner arrived in mid-January, it was a date. A really good date. With an old fashioned, innocent kiss. It was a whirlwind courtship. I have made so many mistakes in this area so on one hand, it felt reckless to be moving so quickly. On the other hand, after several years of really focusing on what I need and want (and what my son needs and wants), Lee was the perfect blend and our mutual friends approved.

I said to my friend Jana, “He’s not my usual type.” Jana, never one to miss a beat or a quip said, “Not your type is a good place to start.”

What I meant was this – Lee is a wholesome, down to earth man. He knows who he is and what he believes but at the same
time he is respectful of others’ viewpoints and he listens to other points of view and aims to understand them. He isn’t easily intimidated. He’s strong and resilient. He’s brave and successful and smart but also very humble and kind. He’s patient and he has no discernable temper. He doesn’t react with emotion. He waits, processes, and carefully considers his reactions.  He’s ambitious and adventurous. He takes risks and he doesn’t wait for life to happen to him – when he wants something, he pursues it. In a world where so many people take the easy road, he is willing to be a leader and make difficult decisions which is an elusive quality these days. He knows how to give advice and is not annoyed when people do not take it. He is confident, loving and generous. Most of all he is perhaps the kindest and most genuine person I have ever known. I trust him implicitly and as I told my friend Julie – he makes me want to be the very best version of myself.

I can honestly say I have never felt as if I can trust any man with my life and all that comes with it. I have always held back pieces of me. I could never let myself be fully vulnerable with anyone before. I never intended to. Perhaps that is a function of watching my parents’ marriage dissolve and never wanting to let myself be vulnerable in that way. I think that’s probably what it stemmed from. Maybe I subconsciously chose people based on that.

But so much has happened in the last 10 years. I’ve grown so much and healed and learned a lot about myself and what I need and want. I wasn’t looking for Lee. I was really in a good place as a single mom with lots of great friends. The last thing I expected to do was fall in love with a colleague and in 6 months time, marry him.

But here I am. A newlywed. Happier than I ever knew I could be. My son loves him too and even though my son has a dedicated dad, Lee brings yet another wonderful person into his life and honestly, can you ever have too many wonderful people who love you? No! Lee has 2 sons as well and 2 grandsons and 3 sisters. I love the life we are building together and all of the special people in it.

Lee and I got married on the 4th of July in his hometown of Pierre, SD. We had a simple ceremony. My son walked me down the aisle. One of his sons was his best man. We had about 60 people there and then we all went back to our house in Pierre for a traditional 4th of July party with ribs, brisket, wedding cake and massive amounts of fireworks. It was perfect.

However many years we have together, it will never be enough. I wish I had found him earlier in life. Yet, I also feel strongly that life has shaped me into who I am now and that perhaps it all worked out just as it was supposed to. Because of all we have been through I think we will both always treasure what we have found in each other – every day – in large and small ways.

​It took me a long time to figure out love. But I think I have finally gotten it right. Lee is the perfect person for me and I look back on all the things that had to happen to get us to notice each other in a different way last December, and I just think – it was meant to be. This year has been a blessing like few others I have ever known.  

I met him in 2017.

His reputation preceded him. I had been told, “you should get to know Lee. He’s very connected but don’t piss him off!” The advice was from a trusted friend and colleague. I took the words to heart. Then, we both annoyed him (I would later discover Lee doesn’t really get pissed off – annoyed is about as far as it goes). I called him to apologize for what was an honest oversight and he was very gracious. 

We didn’t actually meet in person until August of 2017 at a work dinner with about 12 people. I was the host and trying to talk
with everyone. We spoke for about 15 minutes. My first observations upon meeting him were:

He’s so much taller than I thought he would be.

He’s not the least bit intimidating. Quite the contrary. Soft spoken. Quiet in a group but very personable one on one.

He’s very generous. We immediately realized we both had sons and his oldest is a rocket scientist. Mine is an aviation enthusiast. As soon as I mentioned that, he offered to connect me to his son who works at NASA so my son could meet him and learn more about space travel.

I left the dinner thinking – Lee is really nice and interesting and a calm, steady presence. And yes, very connected politically. I enjoyed talking to him.

We interacted periodically over the next 2 years. Conference conversations, holiday cards, a sympathy card when his mother died. An important business contact who I genuinely liked. That’s all.

Flash forward to December 2019. I presented at a board meeting he was at. The next day as I was leaving the hotel I ran into him in the lobby. I saw him before he saw me. I read people really well and here’s what I saw: A sadness hung on him like I hadn’t noticed before. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Sadness, worry, burdens – I couldn’t quite tell. But I could see in that moment his heart was heavy for some reason and he seemed so alone. I can’t really explain it but I felt compelled to say hello and reach out in kindness. So I did. We chatted a bit and I said something along the lines of – You know, we never end up talking at these meetings and I wish we did. Next time you’re in DC, we should have lunch or dinner.

It was a business lunch or dinner I was proposing. A friendly gesture. I meant it too. I’d like to get to know him better from a professional perspective. He smiled and perked up and said – That would be great. Let’s do that. Im in town in mid-January. Let’s get dinner. I agreed and departed for the airport. He seemed happier after we talked and that made me happy. He’s such a nice man. It almost hurt to see him so burdened.

What I didn’t know and found out soon afterwards is that he was in the midst of an unplanned and unwanted divorce. His marriage of 20 years had disintegrated and he was devastated and uncomfortable about every aspect of his future.

I also didn’t know that on the night before I approached him in the hotel lobby, he had been commiserating with a fellow board member and she had said, “Lee, I see you with someone like Brandy.” That comment was really out of the blue because as much as I like this person – I don’t know her well. I was surprised to later hear she had said that to Lee. But grateful. Ever grateful in fact.

​How could I have ever known that in just 6 months we would be married and blissfully happy?
 

When you are a single parent of a young child who has already lost his sibling, you have to carefully weigh your choices in life. Would I like to adopt? Foster parent? Move to a new city? Date men that I'm attracted to but who may not be best for my son? Yes, yes, yes, and yes. But being a parent means it isn't all about you. For that matter, it's not about you most of the time. I have one child left to raise and what he needs more than anything else in this world is stability, peace and love. We have seven years left together before he will head off to college and more than anything in this world, I want to fill those years with moments that lead to building his character and values, helping him understand who he is, strengthening his faith, guiding him on safe and responsible choices and helping him feel secure in an ever-changing world. 

So maybe it sounds silly but I had decided that love was just something I needed to put on hold or maybe even just forego. I had tried making a relationship work and it failed. The timing was off. I was grieving and not even understanding what grief  and depression meant and I didn't have enough to give to this person who needed a lot from me. My son had a front row seat to that failure and has been very protective of me ever since. Mix in a demanding job, family and friends and a relationship was just more than I could handle. 

I don't regret the time I spent alone. It may have been the first time in my entire life that I spent time deeply connecting with myself and exploring who I was at mid-life after having two children, burying one, getting divorced, trying to hold down a big job and support a five year old boy while working hard not to fall apart. I needed that time to figure out who I was NOW. What I discovered is that there is a beauty to being alone. It forces you to dive deep into your thoughts and face your past. It enables you to accept who you are and then to focus on what your future should look like. 

In December I found myself alone for Christmas. My son was with his dad and I just didn't feel like going to visit family. What I really wanted to do was travel which is a passion of mine. I settled on Budapest. It was cheaper than Paris and the universe just seemed to be pointing me in that direction. I even tried to recruit some friends to join me but I ended up vacationing solo. My first vacation alone and I loved every single minute of it. I toured like a crazy person. I was up at 8 am and going late into the night. In 3 days I walked 30 miles and saw most everything there was to see, enjoyed a Christmas Eve Vivaldi concert in a church, went to see Le Boheme on Christmas Night and attended services at St. Stephens Basilica. It was an amazing experience. I returned completely content with being alone and fairly resigned to staying single for the foreseeable future, maybe forever.

Oh but that's the beauty of life, isn't it? You plan and God laughs. In my case, that's exactly what I think happened. Someone I have known and admired platonically for some time had, unbeknownst to me, been going through a really challenging fall with a marriage that was falling apart and not by his choice. With a broken heart and an uncertain future, he was doing his best to navigate his new normal. We ran into each other and without knowing each other's situations, mentioned having lunch or dinner in January to catch up in the new year. Soon we started texting and talking and emailing. Then we had that dinner. Then another. And another. Then a weekend visit. And now we have quite a few more visits planned and it's fair to say we are really fond of each other. Oh, and my son? He's met him, is a big fan and has given me a bright green light to date this amazing man who is kind, intelligent, funny, witty, strong, steadfast, sweet and gentlemanly. 

If you had told me at Christmas that I'd have a very special Valentine, I would never have believed it. But here I am, feeling like a teenager again in so many ways and yet feeling strongly that after 48 years on this earth, I may have found the best person in the world and it sure feels like God smiled on us. 


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March 3, 2006. It was a Friday. I went into the hospital a wife, daughter and a woman. I left as a mom to a tiny 4 pound, 6 ounce baby girl. We named her Isabella Grace. We always intended to call her Bella. She was delicate, beautiful and and so incredibly vulnerable. Instantly, she was the light of my life. I never could have dreamed that she would teach me the most important lessons life has to offer. Some of them are listed below. 

There are no promises in life. Your life plans don't always match your reality. It's often out of your control. 
Parenthood brings joy that knows no bounds but it also can shatter your heart and shake you to the core.
Being a parent to a child with special needs and complex medical conditions shows you resiliency you never know existed. 
A child's intense work toward delayed milestones is a privilege to behold. I stood in awe. I bow to her tenacity. 
Parenting makes you love fiercely and instantly with no conditions or expectations.
Being Bella's mom required me to advocate for her each day, fight hard and stop at nothing to be sure she had what she needed. 
I learned that physical, occupational, speech therapists and special education teachers are superheroes. 
I learned to tell doctors to do more, work harder, find answers, and think beyond the boundaries of their abilities. 
We became super nimble. Plans changed instantly on a daily basis when seizures or sickness reared its head.
We could troubleshoot in the most creative of ways.
We learned to pray fervently that she would live, thrive and be happy.
We stopped at nothing to keep her healthy. 
We held her close and treasured every moment because tomorrow is not promised to us (we just think it is). 
And just shy of 7 years later, the hardest lesson was learned: Loving your child sometimes means you must let her go. In this case, Bella's bones and lungs would not heal and it was time for her to go to Heaven.
And another lesson - In the midst of terrible sadness and pain, miracles occur.

It took years for me to heal from her death. I didn't just lose her. I had to let her go. I had to make the decision and take the action to let her leave this earth and go to Heaven and shepherd her through that process by holding her for hours before and after she passed away. It was the most excruciating parental task I could ever undertake. It still haunts me but I have come to terms with it and I no longer feel guilty for letting the doctors turn her oxygen off so she could go to Heaven.  

This year Bella would have turned 12. She has been in Heaven as long as she was on earth. My nephew wanted to talk to my son about her birthday tonight and how she is celebrating in Heaven. My son sighed and said, "I'm just not ready to talk about it today. It makes me sad." My nephew said, "Don't let it make you sad. Let's celebrate her life." 

My nephew always cuts to the chase with the most honest, innocent statements. Yes, let's celebrate her life. We miss her every day and especially on these special days of hers. She was a darling, lovable, beautiful child who touched hundreds of people in her all too brief life. She was always up for hugs, kisses, cuddles and laughs. On the worst day, you could depend on Bella to bring joy to your heart. She's in a wonderful place full of love and free of pain. I am ever grateful that I was the one who received the gift of being her mother. I would do it all over again. She was my firstborn, my only girl and my dream come true. 

Happy birthday Bella. We love and miss you. 

Mother Theresa said, "Some people come into your life as blessings. Others are lessons."

And Sting said, "How could it be that what you need the most could leave you feeling just like a ghost?"

And Mick Jagger said, "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes you just might find...you get what you need."

I recently had the experience of learning that one of the people I treasured most in this world was not who I thought. It shakes you to the core and leaves you wondering -- in the future, how do I see this more clearly? 

It wasn't what I wanted. But it was what I needed. 

Life is funny that way. 

This summer has been one of the most challenging ever. As I have been working my way out of the sadness that Bella's death brought, I got stuck. It's been 4 1/2 years now and in May a life event catapulted me out of what I now see was a semi-permanent funk. As difficult as it has been, I am grateful for it. I didn't realize how much life I had been missing. 

So, emerging from a long state of sadness where you lost your energy, your will power, your social nature and your...self, has consequences. This summer has been one of intense reflection and realization. As I have focused inward on myself, my son and work (the basic survival must haves), I neglected things that were extremely important to me. In no particular order, my health, my friends and my loved ones. I just put them on autopilot for years and I have had to take a hard look at what that means now. 

The friends, gratefully, are the easiest place to reconnect. Friends are truly amazing gifts. Mine just welcome me in and out whenever I need them. But I find myself in a different place now that our kids are not babies. The friends I like to hang out with are really hard to schedule. They have multiple kids who are all involved with sports and are busy all the time. I need to really amp up my diligence in reaching out to them and scheduling time. And I need to make new ones who aren't as busy and can hang out on weekends when my son is with his dad. 

So, with wisdom and experience in my rear view mirror, we are forging ahead with fresh eyes and hearts. I feel like Sleeping Beauty waking up again after years of being in an emotional coma. I feel alive again. Things hurt deeply again. I can get excited about life again. In a way it feels good -- these emotions make me feel alive in a way I haven't in years. And I know there is joy on the horizon. And for the first time, I do not feel guilty about being alive and happy. For the longest time I felt like I shouldn't feel happy without Bella. Now, I have peace that I should be happy and can be happy and most of all...she would want me to be happy. 

The pain of losing her will always be there. But it's a pain that is born of deep unconditional love that a mother has for her child. And it is sacred to me. It is all I have left of her. But it shouldn't overshadow all that is left in life. That's a huge step to realize that I can always miss her and still be alive and happy. 

I have so much to be grateful for including this painful summer which has brought self-improvement in so many ways. I am grateful for those who have loved me through Bella's life and death and have patiently waited as I wasn't the best version of myself. I am grateful to God and for spiritual growth. And I am grateful for my son, who is blossoming into such a lovely, fun, energetic boy who will enter fourth grade in one week from tomorrow. 

I may, finally, be finding the new version of myself and all that it brings. I am stepping back into life to welcome whatever comes next with a vulnerable, open heart and a brave soul that has lived through a tragedy, learned from it, and is ready to move forward. I survived it. It was messy, full of mistakes and often lacking in grace - but I made it through to the other side with a happy son, a faithful dog, and loved ones and friends who mean the world to me. 

The promise of a brand new year brings so much renewal and optimism. How do you make that feeling last beyond the doldrums of January?

I always make resolutions that are typically abandoned before Valentine's Day. Mine usually revolve around weight (loss) or exercise. I have an unused treadmill and a half eaten bag of chips to demonstrate my success on these goals.

In 2015 I made one resolution only and I kept it!. The difference was I chose something I really wanted to do – see my sister and her kids more. Guess what? I kept that resolution. She helped me. We visited six times and vacationed together. It was amazing and it brought me, my sister and our children so much joy.

JOY.

Maybe that’s the secret? Choose something that brings you joy. Cutting out sugar entirely and running 3 miles a day are things I need to do, but they don’t bring me joy. Health, yes. Joy, no.

I like setting a goal. I want to have faith in positive change for myself – and the world. Last year’s resolution was something that would bring me undeniable happiness and unforgettable moments.

For 2016. I chose a few resolutions that should bring me joy and fit into my daily life.

Call my relatives more often and challenge them to call me more too. Since Bella died, I have been in my protective cocoon. I need to emerge. Family is important to me and I want them to know that.

Connect with a friend (one I don’t see every day) at least once a week. I get caught up in the daily grind and I don't plan outings in advance. I miss them. Since we are all busy, the goal is to connect via any form: a meaningful email, a call, maybe a visit if I’m really on my game. I should be able to achieve this one.

Read the Bible and discuss it with some female friends. Since Bella died, my faith has brought great comfort to my soul. Yet, I am not educated in my faith. I am hoping that reading the Bible brings me joy, knowledge and a way to teach my child about our faith with more confidence than I currently have. I want to know more. I want to be closer to God. I downloaded an app to guide me and found a few people to join me.

Are New Year’s Resolutions important to you? Why? If you set resolutions this year, what were they? How do you plan to weave them into your life all year?

Life begins and life ends, and in the middle is a sweet spot of memories you make that you hold in your heart forever. If I am lucky, I am right in the middle of life now. I look at things differently and I value them differently as I move from decade to decade. The issue on my mind this week is the importance of grandparents in a child's life.

My son is on his annual trip to Grandparent Camp in the heart of Texas on my dad's ranch. Every year since he was an infant he goes to Texas in the summer and stays awhile. He absolutely loves it and it is a trip that we all treasure. It's good for everyone. My dad and stepmom treasure the time with him, he loves every minute of it and my fiancé and I enjoy the extra time for ourselves.

For my son, it's a chance to learn about nature and enjoy it. We no longer live in a world where your kid can run out the front door and play outside unsupervised for hours on end but at the ranch it is a mandatory activity. There are few pools you can find with diving boards these days but at the ranch you can cannon ball off of the diving board 80 times in a few hours. There are vegetables to harvest, hundreds of acres of land to water and animals to discover (Armadillos, axis deer, wild turkeys, owls, foxes, bats, skunks and rabbits all roam the land). There is a herd of longhorn cows to feed, rocks to throw in the Guadalupe River, weeds to pull, and tennis courts to ride your bikes on. In quieter moments he sits on dad's lap and just rests while watching hummingbirds after a long day of ranching. There are no iPad or game requests. There is no need for TV. He is way too obsessed with real life, old school style.

It's not just my son who reaps the benefits of these days. It's an incredible joy to see the effect this trip has on my dad. For a really long time my dad never aged. In recent years a few health issues have set in and though they are manageable it is a stark reminder of the preciousness of time. Nothing brings more joy to my dad than time with his grandchildren. My son, more than most of the kids who visit the ranch, wants to hang with my dad and be a ranch cowboy. They are summer sidekicks who work the ranch all day and that bond between them is one that I hope my son will always remember and treasure. The moments, captured in pictures like the one here, stop me in my tracks to consider the value of this time. I try to tattoo the memory in my heart and brain to help it remain fresh over the years.

Every year my dad and stepmom teach him things we need him to know. In past summers it was how to use the potty, how to ride a bike, and how to swim. This summer they are teaching him phone manners, keeping his emerging math and reading skills intact and sharing some basic lessons on how to drive the Mule (sort of like a golf cart that you drive around the ranch).

It's hard to get used to such a quiet house back at home. I miss him but there is no substitute for the kind of experience he is having with his grandfather on the ranch. And it's enormous fun to hear the stories of their ranch adventures and the things he is learning. Here's a snippet from last week:

"Mommy, we saw the baby calves today. We looked to see if they had weenies and one does! So that one is a boy. We saw the mommies feed the babies. I also saw a skunk spray but he didn't spray me. We did a rain dance and it worked. Last night it rained! I got to drive the Mule! Also, I saw an owl and a bat and I walked out on the porch and there was an axis deer RIGHT THERE!"

Such tales bring my heart joy and I can hear the sheer happiness in my dad and stepmom's voices. They teach him good manners and the importance of being a strong leader, following the rules and the importance of sticking to the rules that you know when you find yourself in a situation where the rules are unclear. They are building his character. In the summer before first grade, it's a critical time to understand these lessons.

As I have posted pictures I have received numerous messages about how lucky my son is to have a grandparent who is willing and able to spend this kind of time with him. That's very true. My son has seven grandparents. They all love him deeply and spend time with him. But there are limits to their time with him and the places they are able to experience. In my own life I had one grandparent, my Maw, who left a tremendous impact on me. She lived the longest and was more fun than the rest of my wonderful grandparents. When we were little we cried when she would leave. In later years she helped me understand and navigate life all of the time. We lost her in 2012. She died two days after I visited her with my children. It was as if she hung on long enough to say goodbye to us. I like to think of her and sweet Bella having tea parties in Heaven.

This week a dear friend lost her mother. All week I have thought of her and her children who are old enough to cherish a relationship with her and form lifelong memories with her. The love of a grandparent. is irreplaceable.  I'm always thankful for the gifts my son's grandparents give him but never more so than this week as I receive precious memories in the form of pictures and stories and as I talk to my son at night and cant get a word in edgewise because he has so much to share with me. In a week where one of your best friends is saying goodbye to her mother, it's impossible not to want to cling to these moments. As our parents age and become frail, we will someday care for them. In some cases we already are. One day we will have to say goodbye to them. In the meantime, one of the greatest gifts we can give our parents and our children is the benefit of being together and bringing joy and wisdom to each other. I'm not even offended that my presence in this picture is not needed. I know they love me and they will be excited to see me again. They're just having too much fun to miss me. And that is lovely.

In the midst of my busy workday, I received this text from my fiance: 
 
What should he wear to T-ball practice? He’s in a Darth Vader costume
right now.

 My boy. The one who graduated from kindergarten today. The one who is
quickly developing a love of Star Wars, light sabers and who alternates between the dark side and Obi Wan Kenobi. His summer has begun. Soon he will be a first grader but first there are many adventures to be had, beginning with an epic intergalactic battle with my fiancé. 

I check Facebook and I see the faces of so many of my friend’s children on their last days of school. Such sweet faces, ever maturing. In my mind they are so much younger. It’s the reminder of how quickly the years pass.

 And amidst the smiles, the congratulations…that unwanted feeling tugs at me subtly at first and then glaringly. It’s there…lurking. Like a snake it sneaks up on me and grabs hold. Grief. Sudden and harsh, the wave hits me…the tears spring forward and I fight them back. Then I declare defeat and I let them go. 

Bella. My sweet, beautiful girl with the pink glasses, gorgeous wavy curls and adorable laugh. The one who held my hand and loved cuddling. 

Sometimes I cannot believe she is gone. She would be wrapping up second grade now if she were here. I look at my son and I see her. The same hair color, the same beautiful eyelashes, the same soft snore and the same crinkled eyes when they laugh hysterically. I see her in him today and I just miss her so much. 

It was an emotional day. My son’s last day in his school. Next year he will go to a new one and we left our safe place where he has learned for 3 years. This was the place we made wonderful friends, learned so many things and where they held us tight when Bella died. It’s difficult to let go. I know we will keep these friends. They are dear to us and we will make sure we carry those friendships forward. It’s just a bittersweet moment in time where you’re excited to move forward and yet moving forward means you have to let go. Change used to be easy. 

After dinner he asks if he can go watch Star Wars and play a bit more and I say yes. He hates it when I cry and it’s a little chance to let some pain out without him seeing the tears. I go upstairs, flop on the bed and let the tears go. But I am not alone. He knows me too well. And soon, he comes looking for me. Not Darth Vader – he’s still downstairs. My fiancé. He knows me so well. As he has done so many times, he holds me tight and lets me cry. And then when he senses an opening – he cheers me up. 

“Can I tell you about my day? We played Star Wars. He had his giant light saber. He let me use a tiny knife. He asked me to play with him. He was wearing his costume and he said – You stand there and I will cut your hand off. Then you should fall down. So I did all that he asked me to with full drama and then do you know what he said?”

 I said, “No, I cannot begin to guess.”

My fiancé continued: “Then as I dropped to the floor in pretend pain he says – that’s the wrong hand. I said – the wrong hand? He said yes. You should use the other hand. So I did. I tried to fight back with my tiny sword and he told me – No! You can’t touch Darth Vader. Not allowed. I told him there were too many rules and to let me know when he wants to really play instead of just ordering me around. Then he said – OK, well, you can touch me a little bit with the sword but not much.”

This whole exchange made me laugh. The vision of my fiancé being ordered around by my 6 year old. Then they re-enacted the whole thing for me tonight complete with my son’s elaborate ninja poses. It made me laugh. 
 
As I put my sweet boy to bed tonight I asked him who he was. Darth Vader? Luke Skywalker? Han Solo? Obi Wan? He said, “I am DEFINITELY not Han Solo! He was destroyed! They turned him into gold.” Then he immediately fell asleep with his light saber attached to his pajamas. As I tucked him in, I just stared at him. My boy. Growing up so fast. 

When one part of your heart is in heaven and one is on earth, you know how precious this moment is. I find myself staring at him and beyond him. Watching him and remembering Bella. Feeling grateful for the experience of being her mother and
his. It’s a feeling that I will never get used to. The dual existence of grief and laughter. I guess that at some point, every life is characterized by this odd duality. I just wish it weren’t our reality. 

After Bella died last February, I took up running. I was so out of
shape when she passed away and I felt like I was standing at the intersection of fall apart or pull it together. I started a diet and a fitness routine. My goal
was to lose 30 pounds and be a runner in The Patriots Cup – a 3k race that
benefits The Arc of Northern Virginia. 

The reason that goal was so very important to me is that Bella’s bones
broke. An undetected calcium and vitamin D deficiency meant that her body just broke into pieces. She was born with so many problems and missed out on so many wonderful experiences. It seemed appropriate to make The Patriots Cup an annual event to benefit The Arc in Bella’s sweet
memory.
 
I reached out to friends and family and asked them to Join Team Bella and run or walk with me in the race. Last Saturday marked Team Bella’s second year of participation in Patriots Cup. We didn’t win a trophy and we weren’t fast. But boy were we mighty! There were about 50 members of Team Bella this year and we raised close to $4000 for The Arc of Northern Virginia  and will help people
with intellectual and developmental disabilities and their families. I know firsthand how The Arc can literally save families by informing them of services, rights, and activities that allow people with disabilities to thrive.  

Let me tell you a little about Team Bella. First, we have a beautiful logo that was made by Actual Size Creative last year and given to us for free. The folks at Actual Size are amazingly creative and talented and when I asked them if they could design a logo for us, they jumped at the chance and created one that is perfect for remembering Bella. Some of our members donated but didn’t participate. Among them was my mother, my aunt, some of my very best friends, and some very generous colleagues. Other members ran or walked this weekend and donated. As I ran along I thought about each person who supported our efforts and how so many of them had been there from the very beginning when Bella was born. 

This year my son ran in the race. He had his teachers on either side of him and as I watched him run across the finish line with all his might, I was so proud and so very thankful that he is healthy and can join me for this special
event and grateful that his teachers have joined Team Bella!

 I ran with the father of my children. He is no longer my husband, but he is my friend. It brought me such joy to share this experience with him too. Last year he brought our son. This year we all ran and perhaps fittingly, he and
I crossed the finish line together just as we had with all of Bella’s life events – as a team.

My fiancé walked with Bella’s nurse and one of Bella’s teachers who we love so dearly. Words cannot adequately express the admiration and the love I feel for these three amigos. I also watched them cross the finish line. My fiancé even ran the last part of the race. 

Some of my dearest friends ran with me. Among them was Kirk who literally has been there for me at every step since before Bella was born. He ran by my side last year and this year. He is one of our best runners and could blow my pace out of the water and yet he runs with me, helping me strategize and making sure I am ok. I love him so much. He is such a beautiful person. His wife and daughter are too. They honor Bella and think of her all the time and even visit her grave frequently. 

The members of Team Bella are keeping her memory alive and bright. Her speech therapist, her teachers, her physical therapist to name a few. As I saw them at check in, I thought of the enormous role they played in her life and how
they held us, comforted us and waited with us for an entire weekend at the hospital as we said goodbye to Bella and now are still giving to us to help keep her spirit alive. 
 
And a big part of Team Bella is due to my personal trainer and his clients who last year and this year represented a third of Team Bella. These folks are new friends for me and it really touches my heart to know that they
want to be part of Team Bella too. 

Some of my teammates are my colleagues and I am deeply grateful for their friendship and support. Some of Team Bella’s most important members couldn’t be there this year but will be back in 2015. We missed them but we knew
they were with us in spirit! 

It was a very special day in memory of a very special girl is dearly loved and deeply missed. It felt so good to run, so good to raise much needed funds for a wonderful organization and so awesome to be reminded of the extreme power of love and friendship and how it fuels your heart and can heal you and bring you from the deepest valleys. I know sweet Bella is in heaven beaming with pride at us all. I so wish she were here to hug and kiss but I know that she is in paradise. Thank you so very much to Team Bella for another very successful race!