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HelpMy GAME OF LIFE............
in reply to a message by Melissa
(I'll be playing Kathryn Charlotte Laine)
Round One:
On June 14th, 2006, after many years (okay, only one year) of deliberation, Noah Breache and I tied the knot. We were married in his family church, Chalailey United Free Church, of Chalice, Connecticut, the same place he was christened twenty-one years ago (we picked it for those sentimental reasons). The ceremony was lovely. As I've always said, I didn't want my Dad to walk me down the isle, so I strode the red velvet carpet myself. Noah stood tall with his younger brother, Elijah, the best man, at his side, and opposite him was my sister, and best friend, Niamh. (Fast-forwarding to the reception, I thought I noticed Niamh and Elijah giving each oither "wistful" glances. Turns out I was right! They are now engaged.) But, back to me: I was shaking from head to toe as I was read my vows, and, though I've heard them many times over all of my twenty-one years, I only just now understood them fully. After the "I do"s, it is all a blur, and I think I finally became aware of reality again as Noah pulled me into the back of the carriage and we were off. The reception was a night to remember. The wedding planner, Mrs. Jacqui Phyllipe, was worth every penny! And Noah's and my first dance was a tear-jerking one. Not often do you see two people that are genuinely in love! Afterwards, proceding toasts and speeches, we loaded into our coach and waved goodbye to friends and family. The Honeymoon, spent in my native Ireland, was fantastic! (And can you believe the news of Elijah and Niamh!?)
Round Two:
On June 14th, 2008, Noah and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary! (and something else, too!) Now, Noah and I had already secured a cozy penthouse residence in Hartford, Connecticut before the wedding, and we had enjoyed fourteen-or-so monthes there. But then something happened that changed our lives: Let's just say the test came back positive, if you catch my drift. (!!!) I was so excited that I called Noah from our home (he was at work, it had been my day off) and screamed the news to him. Little did I know I was on the loud speaker in his large office (which happened to be full of people at the time), and during his pause I heard a monstrous noise of hollers and claps in the backround. That's why I mentioned the penthouse: we decided to move. And we did, when I was five monthes along. We moved to the trendy neighborhood of Hailee, still in Hartford, and settled down there, more than excited at the imminent arrival of our first baby. Finally, my due date was a little less than a month away, but I had been having pains in my abdomin all week, and, on that particular day, June twelth, 2008, Noah had become so worried that he insisted on staying home with me. "Really, Im fine!" I had said, attempting to convince him to return to work. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Yes, totally." I assured. He consented, and, as he closed the front door behind him, I suddenly felt the pain worsen greatly. And, faster than lightening, I knew it: I WAS CONTRACTING! Funny enough, as I felt I could not stand, I ran to the front door and down the front steps. I was able to stop Noah in the car and inform him.
It all went smoothly: He drove me steadily to the hospital, a room was secured for me, and then, as there must always be, the diffucult part came: labor. It was considered short, "only" two hours. And soon enough, Noah and I held a landmark in our lives: our son! We named him Tristan Elijah (yes, Elijah for Noah's only and favorite brother), and he was a perfect combonation of the two of us: Noah's brownish-blonde hair, my green eyes, both of our's height (he was 22 inches long), and a cry that could rival the noise of a building being demolished. When we brought him home, on our second wedding anniversary, we both agreed that moving was a good idea; this house (638 Berkely Boulevard) was perfect for a kid to grow up in.
Round Three:
Today is June 12th, 2011, and mine and Noah's son, Tristan Elijah Breache, is turning three (as well, our wedding anniversary is the day after tomorrow!). For some time now, Noah and I have been talking about adopting, to give a less fortunate child a good home. So, monthes ago, we contacted an orphanage in Belfast, Ireland, called 'Aoife Place For Children'. They put us in touch with an unwed 23-year-old woman, Caitlin Adamson, who was carrying twins that she wished to give up after birth. After some negoations, it was legally settled, and Ms. Adamson's due date was, at that time, four monthes away: on June 23rd.
On the morning of June eleventh, 2011, a call rang out all through the house. I roused from sleep and headed for my cell phone atop my desk. "Hello? Kathryn Breache speaking." I answered. "Hello, Mrs. Breache!" said a jovial voice that I recognised as the adoption agent, Mrs. Rosemary MacHael. "Ms. Adamson had the babies early, so, you and Mr. Breache are parents again!"
I was surprised. So was Noah when I told him. And so, the day after our fifth wedding anniversary, we waited with Tristan at the terminal of United Airlines Flight 155, from Dublin to Harftord, that carried our two day old adopted twins: a boy and a girl, whom we had named Anakin Tanner and Eliana Faith. They were both 16 inches long, Anakin was 6 pounds 9 ounces, with chestnut brown hair and eyes, and Eliana was 5 pounds 6 ounces, with hazel eyes and reddish-blonde curls. Tristan was so excited to see them, and he did very well holding them. Oh! I've only mentioned Tristan a tad! Well, he is doing well, proud to be three, and has made many friends around the neighborhood. Also, I have officialy been a stay at home Mom for the past year and a half!
Round Four:
Well, yesterday was the twin's 1st birthday, and we held a little get-together with out friends and family to celebrate the occasion. Tristan is now four, talking very well, and even had a friend, Abigayle, at the party. Anakin and Eliana are doing well, depite being born a little, and were "soaking up the sun" with the relatives. Those family members include my sister Niamh, I don't know if you remember her, and her husband of four years, Noah's brother Elijah. They have a 1-year-old daughter named Bentley Grace, called "Nora".
But there is bigger news, bigger than a birthday party: On May 1st, 2012, I gave birth to quadruplets. I don't know how managed it, but the four babies are very healthy. The Quads are three girls and a boy: Vail Cecilia, Mackenzie Charlotte "Kenzie", Georgiana Hayley "Georgie", and Devon Asa. From what the doctors could see, the girls are identical, but, as it goes, Devon has a look of his own. Vail, Kenzie, and Georgie all have the same pale, clear skin, dark, almost black, hair and dark eyes. I was really having trouble telling them apart at first! But Devon looks almost exactly like Tristan (X-ing the green eyes. Devon has blue). Noah said, "Great! Now we have a set of triplet girls, boy-amd-girl twins, and twins boys!" We laughed.
But, now that we have SEVEN children, all under the age of five, Noah and I had decided to move.
So we did. Out of Hailee, to an upscale, family-accomodating neighboorhood callled "Nursery Grange: A Community For the Young, Growing Family". That's us!
Our house has eight bedrooms (one we use as a play room), full bathrooms in all of them, an enormous kitchen, a dining room, breakfast nook, family and living rooms, a backyard spanning an acre, with a pool, and a four car garage. And for sometime now, Tristan has been begging Noah and I for a dog. I had always said "No", due to Hailee's pet restrictions. But this new neighborhood, Nursery Grange, encouraged pets, and even had a dog run in the community park down the road! So, after the move, I promised Tristan a full-grown dog (I didn't need ANOTHER baby in the house!). So after our one month anniversary in 869 Huggies Avenue, I took Tristan to the Hartford Animal Shelter and he picked out an adorable 6-year-old golden retriever named Ireland. Which I was relieved at, as Tristan had been leaning more towards the German Shepard in the next cage (that dog was TOO big). So we took Ireland home and Anakin and Eliana crawled up to it and patted it. We didn't bother rousing the Quads. Tristan was beside-himself with excitement. All of the kids are doing well.
Round Five:
It's been four years since the Quads were born. Tristan will be 10 soon enough (he's eight now)! That makes me feel really old. Speaking of me, and Noah, we are both in our early thirties. The twins, Anakin and Eliana, are five, and the quads, Vail, Mackenzie, Georgiana, and Devon, are four. Everyone just had their birthdays.
It is now early July, and today I got some devistating news that would alter the lives of many; My beloved sister, Niamh Logan Laine-Breache, and Noah's beloved brother, Elijah Colton Breache, both 29, died when their engine suddenly gave out on the highway, causing them to flip over in their 2010 Ford Highlander. It was a crushing blow, and a truly tragic situation: They left behind 5-year-old Bentley Grace, and 1-year-old Liam Edgar. And, told to me via the telephone by my sister's laywyer, Edmund Westley, Noah and I were the legal guradians of the children.
After the funeral, at which both families were tearfully inconsolable, Bentley and Liam came home with us and our kids, to newly decorated rooms, prepared just for them. We wanted them to be comftorable here. Of cours, we didn't expect Liam to understand completely, but Bentley was very upset. As she got on beautifully with Noah, he suggested that the two of them attend twice weekly sessions at a psychiatrist's, simply to help Bentley move on and handle her grief (and to help Noah, too, who was still grieving). I thought the idea to be brilliant.
A few monthes later, as Bentley and Noah were making great progress, I discovered that I was pregnant. And on May 17th, 2016, I gave birth to the another boy, and Noah named him Reed (with the middle name of Logan, after Niamh's middle name). He resembles Vail the most out of all of us, thinking of the dark hair and eyes, but with tanner skin.
Summary:
Well, today Noah and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. It's really flown by, with some major events: Our wedding, Tristan, the twins, the quads, my sister's death, Reed...
It's been wild. Joyful, as well as sad. Tristan is now ten, Anakin and Eliana are seven, and so is Bentley. Vail, Mackenzie, Georgiana, and Devon are six, Liam is three, and Reed is two. Ireland is getting up there, and Noah and I are in our early thirties (that's all I'll say!). We are still at the lovely neighboorhood of Nursery Grange, but are set to move to the OTHER side of the neighborhood, to a bigger house on Carnation Lane. As said, it's been a rush of excitement, and stress, but I wouldn't have it any other way...
______________
LN: Breache.
DH: Noah Jacob
DW: Kathryn Charlotte (Laine)
DS: Tristan Elijah
DS/DD: Anakin Tanner / Eliana faith
DD/DD/DD/DS: Vail Cecilia / Mackenzie Charlotte / Georgiana Hayley / Devon Asa
DS: Reed Logan
D Niece: Bentley Grace
D Nephew: Liam Edgar
Dog: Ireland
______________
So, there it is! I know it's a little long, and the timing is a little of, but please baer with me. Thanks for your time!
-Kate
Round One:
On June 14th, 2006, after many years (okay, only one year) of deliberation, Noah Breache and I tied the knot. We were married in his family church, Chalailey United Free Church, of Chalice, Connecticut, the same place he was christened twenty-one years ago (we picked it for those sentimental reasons). The ceremony was lovely. As I've always said, I didn't want my Dad to walk me down the isle, so I strode the red velvet carpet myself. Noah stood tall with his younger brother, Elijah, the best man, at his side, and opposite him was my sister, and best friend, Niamh. (Fast-forwarding to the reception, I thought I noticed Niamh and Elijah giving each oither "wistful" glances. Turns out I was right! They are now engaged.) But, back to me: I was shaking from head to toe as I was read my vows, and, though I've heard them many times over all of my twenty-one years, I only just now understood them fully. After the "I do"s, it is all a blur, and I think I finally became aware of reality again as Noah pulled me into the back of the carriage and we were off. The reception was a night to remember. The wedding planner, Mrs. Jacqui Phyllipe, was worth every penny! And Noah's and my first dance was a tear-jerking one. Not often do you see two people that are genuinely in love! Afterwards, proceding toasts and speeches, we loaded into our coach and waved goodbye to friends and family. The Honeymoon, spent in my native Ireland, was fantastic! (And can you believe the news of Elijah and Niamh!?)
Round Two:
On June 14th, 2008, Noah and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary! (and something else, too!) Now, Noah and I had already secured a cozy penthouse residence in Hartford, Connecticut before the wedding, and we had enjoyed fourteen-or-so monthes there. But then something happened that changed our lives: Let's just say the test came back positive, if you catch my drift. (!!!) I was so excited that I called Noah from our home (he was at work, it had been my day off) and screamed the news to him. Little did I know I was on the loud speaker in his large office (which happened to be full of people at the time), and during his pause I heard a monstrous noise of hollers and claps in the backround. That's why I mentioned the penthouse: we decided to move. And we did, when I was five monthes along. We moved to the trendy neighborhood of Hailee, still in Hartford, and settled down there, more than excited at the imminent arrival of our first baby. Finally, my due date was a little less than a month away, but I had been having pains in my abdomin all week, and, on that particular day, June twelth, 2008, Noah had become so worried that he insisted on staying home with me. "Really, Im fine!" I had said, attempting to convince him to return to work. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Yes, totally." I assured. He consented, and, as he closed the front door behind him, I suddenly felt the pain worsen greatly. And, faster than lightening, I knew it: I WAS CONTRACTING! Funny enough, as I felt I could not stand, I ran to the front door and down the front steps. I was able to stop Noah in the car and inform him.
It all went smoothly: He drove me steadily to the hospital, a room was secured for me, and then, as there must always be, the diffucult part came: labor. It was considered short, "only" two hours. And soon enough, Noah and I held a landmark in our lives: our son! We named him Tristan Elijah (yes, Elijah for Noah's only and favorite brother), and he was a perfect combonation of the two of us: Noah's brownish-blonde hair, my green eyes, both of our's height (he was 22 inches long), and a cry that could rival the noise of a building being demolished. When we brought him home, on our second wedding anniversary, we both agreed that moving was a good idea; this house (638 Berkely Boulevard) was perfect for a kid to grow up in.
Round Three:
Today is June 12th, 2011, and mine and Noah's son, Tristan Elijah Breache, is turning three (as well, our wedding anniversary is the day after tomorrow!). For some time now, Noah and I have been talking about adopting, to give a less fortunate child a good home. So, monthes ago, we contacted an orphanage in Belfast, Ireland, called 'Aoife Place For Children'. They put us in touch with an unwed 23-year-old woman, Caitlin Adamson, who was carrying twins that she wished to give up after birth. After some negoations, it was legally settled, and Ms. Adamson's due date was, at that time, four monthes away: on June 23rd.
On the morning of June eleventh, 2011, a call rang out all through the house. I roused from sleep and headed for my cell phone atop my desk. "Hello? Kathryn Breache speaking." I answered. "Hello, Mrs. Breache!" said a jovial voice that I recognised as the adoption agent, Mrs. Rosemary MacHael. "Ms. Adamson had the babies early, so, you and Mr. Breache are parents again!"
I was surprised. So was Noah when I told him. And so, the day after our fifth wedding anniversary, we waited with Tristan at the terminal of United Airlines Flight 155, from Dublin to Harftord, that carried our two day old adopted twins: a boy and a girl, whom we had named Anakin Tanner and Eliana Faith. They were both 16 inches long, Anakin was 6 pounds 9 ounces, with chestnut brown hair and eyes, and Eliana was 5 pounds 6 ounces, with hazel eyes and reddish-blonde curls. Tristan was so excited to see them, and he did very well holding them. Oh! I've only mentioned Tristan a tad! Well, he is doing well, proud to be three, and has made many friends around the neighborhood. Also, I have officialy been a stay at home Mom for the past year and a half!
Round Four:
Well, yesterday was the twin's 1st birthday, and we held a little get-together with out friends and family to celebrate the occasion. Tristan is now four, talking very well, and even had a friend, Abigayle, at the party. Anakin and Eliana are doing well, depite being born a little, and were "soaking up the sun" with the relatives. Those family members include my sister Niamh, I don't know if you remember her, and her husband of four years, Noah's brother Elijah. They have a 1-year-old daughter named Bentley Grace, called "Nora".
But there is bigger news, bigger than a birthday party: On May 1st, 2012, I gave birth to quadruplets. I don't know how managed it, but the four babies are very healthy. The Quads are three girls and a boy: Vail Cecilia, Mackenzie Charlotte "Kenzie", Georgiana Hayley "Georgie", and Devon Asa. From what the doctors could see, the girls are identical, but, as it goes, Devon has a look of his own. Vail, Kenzie, and Georgie all have the same pale, clear skin, dark, almost black, hair and dark eyes. I was really having trouble telling them apart at first! But Devon looks almost exactly like Tristan (X-ing the green eyes. Devon has blue). Noah said, "Great! Now we have a set of triplet girls, boy-amd-girl twins, and twins boys!" We laughed.
But, now that we have SEVEN children, all under the age of five, Noah and I had decided to move.
So we did. Out of Hailee, to an upscale, family-accomodating neighboorhood callled "Nursery Grange: A Community For the Young, Growing Family". That's us!
Our house has eight bedrooms (one we use as a play room), full bathrooms in all of them, an enormous kitchen, a dining room, breakfast nook, family and living rooms, a backyard spanning an acre, with a pool, and a four car garage. And for sometime now, Tristan has been begging Noah and I for a dog. I had always said "No", due to Hailee's pet restrictions. But this new neighborhood, Nursery Grange, encouraged pets, and even had a dog run in the community park down the road! So, after the move, I promised Tristan a full-grown dog (I didn't need ANOTHER baby in the house!). So after our one month anniversary in 869 Huggies Avenue, I took Tristan to the Hartford Animal Shelter and he picked out an adorable 6-year-old golden retriever named Ireland. Which I was relieved at, as Tristan had been leaning more towards the German Shepard in the next cage (that dog was TOO big). So we took Ireland home and Anakin and Eliana crawled up to it and patted it. We didn't bother rousing the Quads. Tristan was beside-himself with excitement. All of the kids are doing well.
Round Five:
It's been four years since the Quads were born. Tristan will be 10 soon enough (he's eight now)! That makes me feel really old. Speaking of me, and Noah, we are both in our early thirties. The twins, Anakin and Eliana, are five, and the quads, Vail, Mackenzie, Georgiana, and Devon, are four. Everyone just had their birthdays.
It is now early July, and today I got some devistating news that would alter the lives of many; My beloved sister, Niamh Logan Laine-Breache, and Noah's beloved brother, Elijah Colton Breache, both 29, died when their engine suddenly gave out on the highway, causing them to flip over in their 2010 Ford Highlander. It was a crushing blow, and a truly tragic situation: They left behind 5-year-old Bentley Grace, and 1-year-old Liam Edgar. And, told to me via the telephone by my sister's laywyer, Edmund Westley, Noah and I were the legal guradians of the children.
After the funeral, at which both families were tearfully inconsolable, Bentley and Liam came home with us and our kids, to newly decorated rooms, prepared just for them. We wanted them to be comftorable here. Of cours, we didn't expect Liam to understand completely, but Bentley was very upset. As she got on beautifully with Noah, he suggested that the two of them attend twice weekly sessions at a psychiatrist's, simply to help Bentley move on and handle her grief (and to help Noah, too, who was still grieving). I thought the idea to be brilliant.
A few monthes later, as Bentley and Noah were making great progress, I discovered that I was pregnant. And on May 17th, 2016, I gave birth to the another boy, and Noah named him Reed (with the middle name of Logan, after Niamh's middle name). He resembles Vail the most out of all of us, thinking of the dark hair and eyes, but with tanner skin.
Summary:
Well, today Noah and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. It's really flown by, with some major events: Our wedding, Tristan, the twins, the quads, my sister's death, Reed...
It's been wild. Joyful, as well as sad. Tristan is now ten, Anakin and Eliana are seven, and so is Bentley. Vail, Mackenzie, Georgiana, and Devon are six, Liam is three, and Reed is two. Ireland is getting up there, and Noah and I are in our early thirties (that's all I'll say!). We are still at the lovely neighboorhood of Nursery Grange, but are set to move to the OTHER side of the neighborhood, to a bigger house on Carnation Lane. As said, it's been a rush of excitement, and stress, but I wouldn't have it any other way...
______________
LN: Breache.
DH: Noah Jacob
DW: Kathryn Charlotte (Laine)
DS: Tristan Elijah
DS/DD: Anakin Tanner / Eliana faith
DD/DD/DD/DS: Vail Cecilia / Mackenzie Charlotte / Georgiana Hayley / Devon Asa
DS: Reed Logan
D Niece: Bentley Grace
D Nephew: Liam Edgar
Dog: Ireland
______________
So, there it is! I know it's a little long, and the timing is a little of, but please baer with me. Thanks for your time!
-Kate
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