This guy has officially reached second grade status!

I was excited to have school back in session, even though it will be a little different this year with my little 4K sidekick on campus. Being the thoughtful big brother that I am, I showed Genesee the ropes and all of the tips and tricks during open house. Upon setting her free, Genesee sprinted down the hallway like she owned the place because, well, she’s about to. My sister spent all summer getting ready for school. Now we’ll find out if school is ready for her. Grab your popcorn and stay tuned….

Dear Golf Ball,

If you don’t like getting hit, you’re going to love my sister! She comes out swinging, but have no fear, she inherited my mom’s golf skills.

Dear Failure,

You never even cross my sister’s mind, so go find someone else to play with. She would never let you win anyway.

Move over crib, we’ve got bunk beds in the house!

Ever since Grandpa, Dad, and I built this twin-over-full bunk bed (with trundle) for Genesee’s bedroom, we are officially slumber party ready!!! In fact, I’ll be her bunk bud forever! Or, for now, at least…. sleeping on her top bunk until my grey lookalike bed gets assembled in the other corner of the basement.

Let the nighttime shenanigans begin!

Goodbyes are hard… especially when you have to part ways with one of your first loves: Lance.

We had some wild times together, under the stars, and even though this break up was in the best interest of both of us, it still hurt. Thank you for the memories, truck camper. You will always be loved.

Perhaps the silver lining of having to move through the burial of Papa & Nana Florence was getting to enjoy some long lost quality time with our familia that lives across the country….

…until they return to their lives in Florida and Arizona, resulting in severe withdrawals felt by us Wisconsinites.

Clearly, the loss of my grandparents is immeasurable, but so is the love that is left behind… a love that flows through all of us.

Now that I’m an avid golfer, I understand that I should yell, “FORE” to warn people ahead to be on guard; to beware.

Well, that same advice holds true when I warn you that my sister is now “FOUR!”: Get out of the way.
(Unless, of course, you come bearing unicorn gifts; then you’re safe for a while.)

But G’s birthday wasn’t just magical because of the unicorns; having a party while our Florida and Arizona family was still in town was truly the icing on the cake! After all, it takes a village to celebrate this girl and all that she is becoming…

A lover of chocolate milk, lemonade, blueberry biscuits, and all things bacon.
The fangirl for McDonald’s chicken mcnuggets and strawberry shakes.
A modern Punky Brewster, who prefers to wear mismatched socks.
The ultimate tickle monster, bath bomber, and bird chaser.

My sister may struggle to pronounce s-words and confuse “before” with “after,”
but she speaks with great conviction and can also communicate with eyes that go blinkety-blink-blink.

You might get fooled by her cute little giggle or that wrinkled-nose smile…
but this version of Genesee is a “fource” to be reckoned with, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

There’s just something about being on the mighty Mississippi with loved ones.

So, as Brooklyn, Codey and Lina prepare to return to Arizona in the next 48 hours, we launched the boat at the Clinton Street Bridge to make some Mississippi memories before the sun sets on our long overdue family reunion.

When the Harlem Globetrotters stopped in La Crosse, Wisconsin, as part of their 2021 tour, we decided to purchase tickets to give them a Goodenough-Florence-Graham-Behl-Krueger cheering section.

I watched in awe as they exuded pure athleticism and outright silliness, and I listened intently while they amplified barriers and triumphs of Black History, but one of the neatest moments was when the announcer climbed into the stands to give Genesee a much-deserved birthday shout-out!

Time flies when you’re having fun; the whole night is already a blur. Luckily, Genesee and I have our autographed basketballs to prove that we were there.

Most Wisconsin regions aren’t favorable for growing blueberries, but lucky for us, Grandma’s friend is the owner of Sunnyvale Farm Blueberries, which is located just ten minutes away from our house! So, we woke early to beat the heat and crowds, and set out on a quest to fill buckets with fresh-picked blueberries. This wasn’t my first rodeo, but it was fun to have Genesee, Mom, Cha Cha, and Ernest along for the experience! Together, we picked enough fruit for Grandma’s blueberry pies, Grandpa’s blueberry pancakes, Dad’s blueberry smoothies, and anyone else’s blueberry anythings! But instead of heading straight home to begin blueberry creations in our kitchens, we made a stop at another kitchen: Perkins Restaurant & Bakery. Thanks for the breakfast treat, Grandma & Grandpa!

Today we gathered to celebrate the lives of our beloved Papa & Nana (Gene & Margarita Florence).

Nana left this earth 14 years ago, on July 8th, 2007 (7807… which was ironically the last 4 digits of mom’s childhood phone number). 

Mom says Nana was the best teacher, a soccer, basketball and life coach, and an incredible cook who found her way to so many hearts through their taste buds and stomachs. She was a mentor, and a superhuman kind of selfless. She was a caretaker, peacemaker, and the bridge across languages, cultures and family. Nana was the Florence Family rock, their rock and roll, their everything. She is dearly missed.

Papa departed last year, on March 21… or 321 because our grandparents must have had a thing for numeric symbolism.

Papa was a tireless provider, a workaholic, a Mr. Fix It, and a lover of dogs. He was rough around the edges but a softie in the middle. Papa was always faithful, and the embodiment of strength even though he admitted, in the end, that “dying is not for sissies.”

Our grandparents worked hard to make everything happen, to do the right thing, to give anyone the shirts off their backs. They were a compass for strong values and strived to pass down intergenerational resilience instead of trauma. They taught my mom and aunts a lot about work ethic.

Papa and Nana always said they would sleep when they’re dead. Those who fight the good fight, like they did, deserve the good rest. 

As we finally laid Nana and Papa to rest, mom reminded us that, although they physically left this world, they will live on forever in our hearts, in our memories, and in the future generations – like me and Genesee!

The world, our world, is better because they lived.

July 19, 2021 | 3:00 p.m. | Southern Wisconsin Veterans Memorial Cemetery | Section 11, Grave 1D
Rest in peace and power, loved ones.