Sunday, June 22, 2025

Mary Jeannine


April 9, 1930 - March 24, 2025

My beloved grandmother passed away in March.

I didn't write about it at the time because I knew we were celebrating her life a few months later, once she was buried with my grandfather, and I wanted to let it sit a little bit. We lost her to dementia a couple of years ago, but because she was still alive, we were locked in an odd state of mourning the woman she was while trying not to actually mourn because we were still visiting the woman was now and it took a little bit to work through that. She deserved her whole life to be remembered, to be celebrated, and I wanted to remember all of it.
I wrote a euology that I delivered at her funeral yesterday in San Antonio and I wanted to share that here. She was simply the most wonderful woman.
She was brave and strong and kind. I miss her so much. I miss both of them so much.
We were so very lucky to have them as long as we did and I know they were both smiling as we gathered together as a family to love, honor, and celebrate our sunshine and the life they both lived.
Honoring my Grandma

Hello everyone, my name is Rebecca, or Reebecca as my Grandma called me, and I’m Mary’s oldest grandchild.

As you likely know, in many ways Grandma left us long before her passing in late March. She developed dementia and increasingly lost her connection to reality and the present day. For a little while, when my grandpa visited her, we could still talk to her on the phone, then it was only visits, and by the end she really didn’t know who we were even when we were there in person, but she always smiled when she heard our voices. Even when her eyes never opened, she smiled. She squeezed our hands. She knew she loved us. And I believe she knew we loved her. I mention her long goodbye because it makes me particularly grateful to be together today to remember her and to fully celebrate her beautiful life, her incredible strength, her endless love, and the uniquely wonderful woman she was.

As you’ll hear a few times today, Grandma was our sunshine. I have never known someone so naturally cheerful or so determinedly optimistic. Happiness was her default setting and she intentionally set it there every day.

I think cheerfulness and optimism can give a misimpression of naivete, of someone who perhaps doesn’t feel or understand the challenges and darkness of the world around them. But my Grandma was deeply grounded in the realities of life. She was no stranger to hardship or trials, and she was one of the strongest women I’ve ever known. Because it is strength that enabled her to face the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be grateful, to see the good. She chose every day to wake up and believe, absolutely, that her life was wonderful.

Everything will work out,” my grandma always said, and when you stubbornly refuse to believe otherwise, when you see blessings in everything, and when you pour hard work, love, and laughter into everything you do, it always does.

My grandma was born in Ironwood, Michigan in 1930, the youngest of three children. Her own grandmother lived with them and the stories of her childhood were filled with affection, love, and music. She graduated from Ironwood High School in 1948 and was honored to be chosen as the Ironwood Snow Queen in 1951. While she loved her home and family, she had a goal of further education and financial independence—largely to help her parents, but also because my grandma was quietly brave and more independent than you might think on first meeting. She worked full-time to support herself while attending Wisconsin State College in Superior, WI. She was rightly proud of her degree in elementary education and began teaching Kindergarten in Manitowoc, WI in 1952.

Set met the love of her life, my Grandpa Glenn, in college at Wisconsin State. They married on November 26, 1955 and moved to San Antonio, TX to start their Air Force life together. They raised four children, living all over the world, and moving a total of 25 times. My Grandma was frequently on her own while my Grandpa was on tour, and I’m in awe of the woman who managed a household and four children in far-flung new places. Every story she told was infused with a happiness that the facts didn’t always match – like having to pack up a house all on her own to move overseas, carefully weighing each item by holding it on a scale to ensure she met the packing limits, to a long-haul flight with 4 young children and without my grandpa, iPads, or comfortable athleisure travel clothing. “Oh yeah, that was tough” she’d say when retelling a story—one I’m certain I’d still be complaining about—with a happy giggle and matter-of-fact “but it all worked out.”

I was blessed to take many trips to see my grandparents growing up – both to their home in San Antonio and to their camper and cabin on Silver Lake. I remember how delighted she always was to see us, how joyfully she received any and all news about my life. I remember shopping trips to the BX, stops at the McDonalds by their house for lunch, and chatting with her from the counter in the kitchen as she made dinner or let me sneak Oreos before dinner.

She was generous and deeply practical. She could keep to a budget like no one else, but she also understood the delight of a little treat. She read the paper every day, kept up on current events, volunteered for numerous charities, was an enthusiastic sports fan, and was deeply devoted to her faith and church. She was a homemaker in the truest sense and a dedicated letter writer. I have so many cards and letters from her. She tracked the birthdays and anniversaries of every child, grandchild, great-grandchild, sibling, niece, nephew, and more, and she would pick out the perfect card for each person and occasion and then fill it with a long hand-written note full of news and love.

She was there, with my grandpa, at every major life event- confirmation, high school graduation, college graduation, wedding, law school graduation, and the day I was sworn into the bar. She adored my children and each of them has a blankie knit by her. My middle, now 15, still has scraps of hers in her room, too fragile to use, but too precious to store away. When she and my grandpa used to drive to Silver Lake in the summer she would stop at my house, visit with my young children, and sing them “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” and “You Are My Sunshine,” and tell us how wonderful we all were.

My Grandpa always had a big presence, but Grandma’s was just as strong. Softer perhaps, but with a spine of steel. She was the only person who could out-stubborn my Grandpa and she did it in her quiet way, with a little smile and a glint in her eye. I always wondered if my Grandpa knew that her “well, we’ll see” with a loving pat on his hand when they were at an impasse meant that she was going to do exactly what she wanted. I think he did. She was his other half, and he loved her with everything he had.

She was our sunshine and we miss her so very much. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that she’s with grandpa now, no doubt holding his hand and singing their duet of “You Are My Sunshine” while gazing into each other’s eyes.

I know that right now my grandpa is telling her she’s the best, most beautiful woman in the world, that he’s so lucky to have married her, that the family they built together is so wonderful. And he’s right. He was so lucky and so were we, to have known and been loved by Mary Nordin. And I know she’s looking at him and thinking the same, patting his hand, and at peace knowing everything did indeed, all work out.

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Egypt Days 10-12: Sharm el Sheikh and the Red Sea

Now that it's been more than 5 months since we got back from Egypt I thought it would be a good time to finish my recaps!
After being so busy and active and awake SO EARLY every day of the trip in Cairo, Luxor, and Aswan, we were excited to head to Sharm el Sheikh on the coast for 3 days of pure relaxation.
But we had to get up crazy early one more time to make that happen. Our flight from Cairo to Sharm el Sheikh on December 30 took off at 6:15 a.m., which meant we left the hotel at 4 a.m., which meant we were up at 3 a.m. Oy.
It was delayed, of course, and it was the usual chaos to suddenly board the bus that takes you to the plane without warning, but then we were seated and on our way. This would be all of our first time on the continent of Asia. It's such a tiny corner I'm not sure it really counts, but it was still cool to check off two new continents as a family in one trip!
We got to the resort - Barcelo Tiran Sharm - about midday (?), hungry and confused about what time it was. We were able to go get lunch (it was an all-inclusive) and then change in the lobby bathroom to go hang out on the beach. The water was freezing, but that didn't stop my children from getting in immediately anyway.
Sharm el Sheikh was the first place we struggled with the language barrier. Not having a guide anymore, we didn't have our automatic Arabic translator. We also discovered that Russian was by far the most spoken language outside of Arabic as most of the tourists are from Russia (our driver told us 3 direct flights from Moscow land each day at the little Sharm el Sheikh airport). I think it was actually great for the kids (and us!) to be out of our English-speaking comfort zone. There was a lot of pantomining and pointing at the buffets and just kind of rolling with whatever you got.

Landon ordered a mocktail from the beach bar, took a sip, made a face, and told me the juice had gone bad. I took a sip. The juice was fine, it was the vodka I think he didn't like. My sweet baby boy, he'd definitely never had alcohol before 😂. The drinking age is 18 and Landon looks old enough, so this happened about six other times on the trip no matter how much he tried to point to the mocktail version on the menu and say "no alcohol." I enjoyed his cast-offs.
We eventually got our room, which was a 2 bedroom suite that I don't really remember but am sure was nice, and I probably took a nap? (I didn't keep good records of these lazy days). We enjoyed a great dinner and were in bed early. I do remember sleeping very, very well that night.

The next day- New Year's Eve- was truly lazy. We had nothing planned. All meals would be at the giant buffet. There would be a party that night. There was a beach and a scuba shop and a random cat on the beach chairs that Claire adopted immediately.
I was in regular clothes (it was cool out; not cold, but definitely not hot!) while James and Landon did a swim workout, Cora tried to build a sand castle, and Claire played with her new cat.
We decided to try scuba- the water is very shallow so you can do the beginner version. I got licensed in high school but haven't been since I started dating James (he had screwed up ears for many years and couldn't handle the pressure; a few surgeries later and he felt okay trying it, though he was super nervous about blowing his millionth ear drum, but it was fine!), so I was excited for everyone to try it.
The water is SO clear. It's really really beautiful. And in a wet suit I could handle it for at least a short amount of time!
Cora did not like it- she was just too cold- so she hung out on the shore while we waved at fishes and each other for thirty minutes.
That night we got dressed up a bit for the fancy buffet dinner. The staff did such a great job making it festive and the food was great.
We got a table for the New Year's party afterward only to learn it didn't start until like 10 pm which is very much our bedtime. We bought cards at the gift shop and played Uno (CNUNO!), drank fun mocktails, and listened to live music. Then we tapped out at like 9:45 and had no regrets as we crawled in our beds.
New Year's Day dawned bright and beautiful. We had a private boat snorkel tour arranged, so we hopped in our van transfer to get over to the public dock.
The boat was gorgeous- not at all the little motorboat I was expecting- and it was so fun to see the coastline from a different perspective.
Our captain caught a fish and told us we'd eat it with our lunch.
We stopped for a snorkel. The water was so cold, even with our wetsuits, but it was so crystal clear and beautiful that we braved it for a while anyway.
The sea life was plentiful, though I didn't take many pictures- we saw a lot of tropical fish and the colors were gorgeous.
We stopped at an island. By then I was warm and dry again so I stayed on the boat with the girls while Landon and James jumped in the water to swim over.
Beautiful!
We ate lunch on the boat (with our fish!) and it was great and then we were back at the resort for our last few hours in Egypt.
Our travel home would begin with a flight from Sharm el Sheikh to Cairo at 9:45 pm, so we kept our hotel room for the day so we could shower, change, pack, and lounge until we needed to leave. Our van picked us up at 7:15 pm and so began the long journey home.
Sharm to Cairo, Cairo to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to Dallas. Claire had a timer going and it was 28 hours, 39 minutes, and 36 seconds before we walked through our front door back in Dallas. Long day (days?), tiny airplane seats, and not enough snacks, but absolutely worth every minute of the travel for the extraordinary adventure we were lucky enough to enjoy.
I can't stress enough how much we loved Egypt.
It was the trip of a lifetime. The history is extraordinary- we thought Italy was old and then we're touching pyramids built more than 6,000 years ago. The weather over Christmas break was absolutely blue-skied cool temped perfection. The people were so friendly, the food was delicious, the accomodations were great... we just truly loved everything. Multiple times during the trip James would just turn to me and go, "can you believe we're doing this?!" and I felt the same.
The scale, the history, just... how could these wonders even exist? How could they have been made and lasted so long? The colors in the Valley of the Kings were so vibrant- I have to repaint rooms in my house every 5 years and yet this paint is over 5,000 years old.
I wondered if the kids would object to the constant history lessons or the pre-5am-wakeup calls, but they didn't! They rolled with it and loved it and still talk about it and I am SO glad we got to do Egypt as a family.
Six months later I just can't believe we were there. What a gift.
All Egypt posts:
Days 1-3: Cairo and the start of the Nile cruise
Day 4: Luxor (Karnack, Luxor Temple, Valley of the Kings)
Day 5: Edfu and Kom Ombo and Nile River
Day 6: Abu Simbel, the High Dam, and Philae Temple
Day 7: Nubian Village, Aswan, back to Cairo
Day 8: The Great Pyramids of Giza and Saqqara
Day 9: Newer Cairo

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Generations on the Beach

Helloooo!
We got back from Mexico 11 days ago and I uploaded these pictures before we even got on the plane home with every intention of writing a recap and yet, here we are.

School is done, Claire is 15, my colon has been flushed out, scoped, and declared "beautiful" (celiac biopsy results pending), Landon has a job, and Cora needs more to do (I didn't sign her up for a single thing this summer and I probably should have, but she also thinks having nothing to do is pretty great), Milo's blood pressure is under control, Moose would like us all to get out of his house during the day, and Maggie had a terrible ear infection but is also still completely perfect. It's Father's Day and we celebrated James and it was wonderful, but we'll catch up on all that later. For now, let's go back to Mexico for our first ever full Rice Family Beach Vacation!
You guys, it was perfect.
The flights, the transfer, the hotel, the food, the rooms, the pools, the beach, the boat, the weather, and the people. We could not have asked for more.
My dear friend and travel planning goddess Kaleigh helped my parents plan the trip through her company The Shameless Tourist. We stayed at the Garza Blanca all-inclusive resort in Cancun. Only about 30 minutes from the airport, with a great piece of the beach, awesome pools, delicious food, and friendly staff, we all had swim-up suites right next to each other and it was so fun.
It was like we were all temporary neighbors in a sitcom version of the world with free 24 hour room-service and the happiest children.
We all arrived from our various origin points on Saturday afternoon. We settled in, the kids freaked out about our rooms, and the Rice Ladies convened poolside to supervise the various shenanigans.
Val, me and our hot tiny mama!
After much playtime in the pool and ocean, we gathered for a big group dinner that was so delicious. The resort really did an incredible job with our big group. We had a reservation for 16 every night and the staff always served us family style with all the tastiest things. I have no notes, it was all so fun and great and easy.
Sunday was a play day. Landon was up before sunrise to get in a workout, because he is crazy and so dedicated and I love that about him.
All eight cousins (my kids are 17, 15, and 11; my sister's girls are 9, 6, and 4; and my brother's twins are almost-4; we each had our kids in phases!) played so so well together.
This is my blog so I'll brag on my kids and how much they love playing with their (much!) younger cousins. I was also an oldest cousin and I... did not like being relegated to the kids' table when I was in my teens and they were elementary aged. My kids genuinely do and I love that about them.
And look at these faces, their cousins ADORE them.
Wade (3; the youngest cousin and the only other grandson, born 14 years after Landon!) adores his "Lan-nan" and really fell in love with the concept of a swim-up bar.
I can't even tell you how many strawberry drinks he had. He couldn't tell you either.
Not to say we didn't ALL enjoy the swim up bar.
That night was our family pictures. My sister, brother, and I gifted our parents with the photo session for Christmas and they turned out so well! The wind was a challenge and we're a LOT (16 people strong) and certain cousins were more into smiling on command than others, but the photorapher did such a great job.
I love all of them so much. My mom has already printed a dozen and framed them throughout the house.
On Monday we had a private boat charter that I'd helped my parents arrange.
We lucked out with some magical weather and incredibly smooth water.
I was kind of in love with my outfit. It was one of the swim suits and cover-ups that I bought on my Everything But Water birthday shopping spree and I felt so good and confident.
I'm all about a bargain, but I will say that this suit- the first one I've ever paid more than $30 for- fit SO well and made me feel so good. The top is size DD+, instead of a S/M/L, and that meant it actually fit well/tightly around my body AND supported/held in my DD+ chest. And given that I vacillated between my desire to eat all the gluten and look good in a bikini (and the gluten definitely won), that meant a lot.
We took a nice sail to Playa Norte beach on Isla Mujeres.
Then we jumped and played in some ridiculously cerulean water.
That night was another great meal (seriously we've never had food that good at an all-inclusive).
Landon finished up his 6 plates of food with an extra order of room service after dinner and a stop at the gelato stop.

Tuesday was our last full day and we didn't have a thing planned. The boys ended up chartering a fishing trip and Landon was so excited to go (James was just as excited to stay back; he gets super sea sick).
Landon had decided the week before we left that he was a fisherman (more about that in the next catch-up post) and he had the best time. The waves were ROUGH, we're so lucky our group boat tour was the day before, but the guys caught some enormous barracudas and had an awesome time.
We ladies (+ all the cousins who are not Landon + James!) had a great time back at the resort too, splashing and playing and doing water aerobics.
James attracted quite a following with his swim practices and ended up chatting with a former college swimmer who lives in Dallas and her dad. He always finds his people.
That night was our final dinner, up on the rooftop restaurant that ended up being our favorite meal of the trip!
We celebrated Claire's birthday as a surprise and it was just a perfect way to end.
I feel like I should have more words to type about the trip, because it really was so completely wonderful, but I think that sums it up. An all-inclusive resort, where every family has their own suite, where everyone can be together but no one is the host, no one has to cook or clean, and all the cousins can splash and play from sun-up to sun-down... there's really just nothing better.
As my mom said, "you look forward to something for so long, and you just hope it's almost as good as you envisioned, but then this was so much better." My parents decided to treat us to this adventure when my grandpa passed and they knew my grandmother wouldn't be far behind. My grandparents worked ad saved and budgeted their whole lives on a military salary and were very proud to have built up a small estate to pass on to their children. My mom wanted to use some of her portion to do something 100% for our family that we could all enjoy and treasure, because there is nothing my grandparents loved more than family. I wish so much I could have texted my grandpa the pictures from this trip, but I also know he was smiling down on us as we played and laughed and loved.
Big thanks to Papa and Gigi for such a special few days, we love you and this whole family so much.