With Father’s Day coming up in a couple of weeks…I’ve had Ry on my mind a lot…even more than usual. Ryan was an amazing father and husband. Even though he was outnumbered in our family of girls…he never let that bother him. He embraced being the only man in a house full of girls. He was patient with our emotional outbursts and dramatic episodes. He never complained about his life…but was content and happy…and I’m pretty sure if given the chance… he wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Ryan spoiled us and treated us all like princesses.
Kaya and Evee had their daddy wrapped around their little fingers. Ryan adored them. Ryan would play dress ups with them and paint their finger nails. He would color with them and watch princess movies too. He would take them hiking and biking. He would lay on the floor and wrestle with them and laugh and giggle with them. He would cuddle them and love them when they were sick. Ryan loved teaching the girls new skills and he loved watching them grow and learn. He was patient and understanding. He loved going on adventures. He was a proud father and had every right to be.
When Ry came home from work…our two munchkins were his first priority. He couldn’t wait for their hugs, kisses, and loves. Then, after loving on his baby girls… he would find me and make sure I had my hug and kiss too. Ryan was the best example of service and selflessness. He rarely complained and taught the girls to do the same. He was a positive influence on every one he met. He usually had a smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes.
I miss Ryan more than I ever thought possible! I miss watching him play with our girls and puppy. I miss his warm eyes…sweet smile…and strong loving arms. I miss his hands holding mine and I especially miss the sweet spirit he brought through the door when he came home from work.
I think of Ryan and Evee constantly. I wish every day that things could go back to the way they were. But I know they can’t…
Even though our Earthly lives continue on without him…I know Ryan is still watching out for us and protecting us. I’m sure he holds Kaya tight at night and plays with my hair until I fall asleep. He still kisses our cheeks and attends our special events. I know he still laughs with us and admires our achievements. He runs with us and bikes through the mountains with us. And even though we’re separated…we’re not far apart. Ryan is close in hearts. He is still that loving father and husband I remember…probably even more so.
I’m also very grateful for my Heavenly Father. He knows me perfectly. He loves me no matter what. He is mindful of me in every way. He continues to bless me every day and sends both earthly and heavenly angels to minister to me and my family. He is wise, caring, all knowing, loving, and merciful.
I’m so thankful for the wonderful father Ryan was and is.
I love you Ry…thanks for being my best friend…the love of my life…my eternal companion…and most importantly…thank you for being the cutest little daddy to our girls…they are so very lucky…there was never a better dad.