Hi Everyone,

So- I think im getting the hang of this 'making a blog' deal. Hopefully i'll only get better and this blog will be beautiful oneday!

Any way, the photo above- thats me and my fourth month old nephew Rylan. He is my brothers first child and my first nephew! That little bundle up there is a little boy who has had a pretty dramatic enterance into the world, and just so happens to share my brothers dimples and slate blue eyes. He is beautiful, and like a picture of his daddy at the same age.

 I'll tell you all his story and let you in on how his mighty enterance into the world wasnt as peachy as it may appear in the above photo and God love him- he wasnt aware of a single bit of it. Here we go!

Flash back to January, 2011. I had just moved out of college and into a little three bedroom home with Kane. It was hot. My cars air con wasnt working and i was driving home from UNI. Now, my parents are usually sticklers for the ‘dont be on the phone while driving rule’- so when a call from my mum heralded a ‘pull over, this is important.’- i immediatley knew something big was about to hit the decks of the Byrne family.

My brother was 17. He was in a relationship with a woman four years older than him, and lets face it- the family wasnt thrilled. There were fights, there were family meetings, an there were silent dinners around the table over this badboy. Oh yeah, it was one of those things that everybody had an oppinion on. ME being the front-runner of these oppinions, and hey, some of them im not proud of- and yet some of them, i still believe to this day.

My brother is one of those guys, he has been one since as far back as i can remember. Hes passionate and caring, and commited. His relationship with Kayla encompassed all of those things- so when the news came that they were expecting- i cant say i was shocked. Neither was anyone, really- as i look back on it. Angry, upset, dissapointed- yes, but shocked, no.

Now- our family is one of those close knit, huge, rowdy families that some people wish they had. I know that. Im proud of that. BUT like all, we have our flaws. Collectivley- we have huge egos, highly regard others oppinions of us, and are severely highly strung. Combine these qualities with the news of a teenage pregnancy among our ranks- disaster.

Long story short- my brother moved to Kaylas hometown to be nearer to her family. There were huge domestics and people didnt know how to act. We were caught between voicing our worries about the situation, blaming, and heartache that he was gone- that he had left, mainly due to our reaction to this news.

If i could do-over this time, i probably would. I dont think my oppinion of the time would change, my views that he was too young still hold true, although now i see that all the fighting came no nearer to a solution. This little baby was born, anyway.

And now i see- this little boy is evidence that something bright can come out of any situation. His presence calms a household that was, and still is, at times, a little tense and resentful- echoing the hurtfull words that were thrown from one to another. He has the power to reconcille a situation that turned ugly, and he has done that- without even knowing it.

I know he is here for a reason, and all the other stuff- my worries about my brothers age, his finances, his abilities- i know that they are just that- worries, and that they are all a small part of what this little boy will become. God put him here &chose my brother to be his father for a reason- and so help me, i dont have a clue what that reason is- but i know one day i will.

Some things change your life.

Some things give you greater perspective.

Some things are wrapped in a blue blanket and handed to a world who unknowingly needed his presence.

And that, dear people, is how i came to be holding that sleeping bundle in those photos. Mhm, i know. A different story to what the photos portray, isnt it.

Ill leave you with a few more photos of him to goo and ga over. :)

Love, Keya. x

Rylan Sean Byrne

My Brother, Eathen, Dad & Nephew

Just call me the baby whisperer...