A little miracle.

Okay okay, it's safe to say I'm no stranger to baby fever. But I have to share the latest little addition to my life, that's thrown me back into the fever 100%.

Over the last couple of months, I've formed some strong friendships with some of my other Pele-wives (wives who's husbands are deployed along with mine). I'm still amazed at how strong of a bond people can create in times like these. Its like you get to a certain point where you just know whether or not you can really be friends with someone within five minutes of meeting them. And from that point on your friendship is unconditional, and you truly care for them.

One of my new, amazing friends was about 7 mos. pregnant when we met. She's had a high risk pregnancy, and from the moment we met I felt like I was along for the ride. This last week, the big day came. After about a week of back-contractions, she was finally admitted to labor and delivery. It was my job, until she had access to her blackberry, to inform her husband of what was going on. So here I was, up all night emailing a man I never me, but feel like I really know, telling him that his baby was soon to be born. Another phenomena that I can't quite grasp.

Finally it was time to push. Rules for the delivery room were kind of hazy, so to be safe I just stepped out into the waiting room. I heard she did so good pushing. It was amazing. I left the room, and there she was, pregnant and honestly quite miserable, so ready to be a mom, but still just an expectant wife. And then, an hour later, I walked into the room and she was a mother, with the most beautiful little boy. A little boy with the face of his father, and the smallest little cry I've ever heard. He's perfect. He is a miracle and I feel as though the fact that he so much has the features of his father that I about lost it when I saw their pictures next to eachother is a gift in itself. Here there is a man who has never met his son (though he's so proud you'd never know that) and a woman who misses her husband, father of her little boy so much words can't describe it, and now every day, when she looks down at that little man, she'll see her husband, in more ways than one. What an amazing world we live in! And how in love with him am I? Oh I can't even tell you.

I just wanted to take the time to comment on this miracle that I witnessed, from the journey to the final destination. I cannot wait to see that family together finally, because it will truly be the best part of homecoming, to see that sort of happiness.

Sometimes old friends do stick around

Today, my good old friend Amanda Nicole and I had a girls day...plus one little man. We had a very succesfull day at the mall, each spending under fifty dollars (woohoo). Something I forgot we have in common is that, aside from grocery shopping and household necessities, we ONLY shop clearance. I discovered stores she loved and got shirts for TWO DOLLARS! Love it.

But afterwards, we started talking about how great of a time we had together, doing our girl thing like we used to when we lived fifteen minutes from eachother. We pratically lived together before I got married. And we came to the realization that it had been a year or more since we had a girls day. I am SO glad to have her back. Have you ever had a friend become absent from your life for one reason or another, and you didn't know there was a void there until that void was filled back up? it's a wonderful feeling. Anyways, here are pictures from the past, and from now. Memories.

June 4, 2009

May 15, 2010

Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song, and make it better :]

I just wanted to do a little bloggy blog about some excitement in my life recently. Not so much mine, but a dear friend's. My bestie from high school, Miss Amanda Nicole, recently got married! I met the lucky Marine for the first time Sunday night, and was very impressed. The three of them, (Amanda Nicole is mother to my precious godson, Jude, more on him later), mesh together perfectly. Jude's father is a no show kinda guy, but Joseph seems like he has been there since day one. The two of them are absolutely adorable together. Already they are a perfect family; doing ten million things at once and looking good doing it.

When Jude came along A.M. went straight into mommy mode. She's been a natural at it and he's always been the light of her life. But, she's been a single mommy, and as always there have been struggles. I am so absolutely happy that she has found a man that loves her AND her baby boy as much as he does. It's a wonderful feeling to see how happy the three of them are together, and I have to say that I am INSANELY proud of A.M. and all she's done for herself and her son.

Jude himself is an impressive young man. He is 16 months old and the most precious thing. He likes to find your cell phone around the house, and take it to you. If you don't want it, he'll just give it to someone else. He will play with the buttons on something until he finds the on switch and then proceeds to control it all day long. He's insanely smart, but one of the most precious things he does is spin around in circles and blunder to the ground, making booming noises when he hits the ground. I love this kid.

Jude's Debue - Jan. 2009

Jude at 16 months- May 2010.

I guess the point of this blog is to appreciate taking some sad moments and making them into wonderful, happily-ever-after stories. A.M. has done a wonderful job raising her son, and deserves to be as happy as she is now.

Bittersweet

This blog isn't about food of anything like that. Today I was cleaning the closet, so I of course I had to go through all my old photos. I picked out a few...a lot, of the ones that really reached out to certain memories, or just made me realize how great my life has been, and how much it's changed. So I thought i'd put them up, for my piece of mind, and maybe for you to enjoy. :]


Daddy daughter girlscout dances.

WOW! First trip to six flags in junior high.

When Charles was younger

The good ole days.

A friend and I at my junior prom.

First trip to the beach since I was a toddler. Obvious by my sheet white legs.

Headed to my first trip away from my parents, back when I was skinny[er].

My beautiful momma sharing some of all that love she has.

Chopper and Blizzard, my pups in Texas.This picture almost made me cry, I can't believe Chopper was that big.

Lots of important people in this picture.

When I first learned to tattoo, in our kitchen.


Probably my favorite, my daddy and I when I was cute and snuggly.