sometimes the people you spend the most time with are the people you get the fewest pics with- from starting law school online in your parents’ basement, turning 25, celebrating 3 years in quarantine, and living with your (funny, amusing, kind and very generous) family for almost 4 months, there’s no one else I’d rather do it with- love you and like you @luc.velazquez
learning, listening, reading, watching, donating and growing- last week, this week and every week artwork by the talented @ohhappydani
Congrats to everyone’s favorite middle child @tr_sheehy on graduating this month from @usnavalacademy! Proud of you and can’t wait to see what your next chapter holds! ⚓️🎓✨
Happy Mother’s Day to the women, the myth, the legend @elizabethheslopsheehy. Missing celebrating in person, love you and thanks for teaching me to always grab life by the horns (🍷in hand)
My grandfather was truly one of the most special and unique people I’ve met. He taught me many practical things, including biking, and how to swim freestyle by holding my head underwater until I breathed sideways. A true renaissance man, he held a PhD from Oxford and could always find time on a hike to quietly sketch landscapes until we met back up with him. He loved to travel and had friends all over, but always made it back to California with a scotch in hand in his favorite chair that leaned back way too far. Nothing was too broken to be fixed and no food was too expired to at least attempt to eat (I will never forget the leftover turkey soup that exploded in the Jeep on the way to Tahoe for as long as I live). He also had incredible joy in entertaining my woodworking ideas as a child- from widdling my own spoon to crafting a boat to sail across the pool. Even today I can hear him reminding me to clean up the kitchen after creating the chaos of an “Aries kitchen” (my millennial wording- not his). After learning of his passing on Friday at home in Virginia, my mother pulled out a scrapbook he had made her documenting 1955 (the year he was married) to 1995 when I was born. It was full of cards, photos, report cards, stories he had written on life as a Brit in America and a page for each year of major family and world events in perfect, all caps script. To see the evidence of a life that spanned 90 years, 65 years of marriage, adventure, friendship, (very British) humor and love was comforting, and we should ever be so lucky to experience. On the last page of the book was this note- written when I was born. Although losing any older family member is gut wrenching, this message holds true 25 years later. One day @elizabethheslopsheehy and will fill the book with our own collection of stories, adventures and photos and keep the story going. We love you so much WRH, and will be missing you always.
three years post grad and the skinny arm pose is still going strong