We made it!

We freaking made it!

This is the happiest moment in my life. Seeing the two of them smile back at me with this feeling of accomplishment, joy, and excitement. For a 3 year old this means lots of ice cream, piggy back rides, and stories read late at night has returned in his life. For a 30 year old this means, small hands to hold, a voice calling him daddy, and the smell of baby on his son's hair.

I will spend the rest of my life thanking the lord for this picture. 

This picture reminds me of the strength that my small family has. We are strong for each other, and can be weak because we have each other. Its been about  5 months since this precious moment has been documented, and they still smile with a cheesy grin, twinkle in their eyes, and mischief on their minds. (Poor me)

Half done, with some stress....

At least he isn't stressed, heck, he's hanging out with a pretty girl....

You know this deployment is really starting to suck! 

For some strange reason I feel like I'm doing it all, and people give me excuses for not helping, but are more than happy to reap the benifits of all my hard work... 

SO I plan on doing just what my husband and besti (Allie) suggested, literally just taking a step back and doing the bare minimal. 

I mean if others can do that and get away with it, why not me.... Need to stop being an over achiever and allowing the stress get to me. 

On the plus side, My husband is in a better location in Afghanistan, which means more regular calls and emails. And I love being able to talk/vent to him. He always knows just what to say.

Our son is starting to really get into a routine, but mostly spending his time hanging out with pretty girls ;)

He knows his daddy will be home soon. He still has his cry moments of "I miss daddy", but he doesn't cry as long... 

Life, it will be so bad ass when my husband gets home.

Our love song

This is our love song. He chose it and made me realize just how special this love is... 

I listen to it at least five days a week, helps me to stay strong and focused on us. 

To really love a woman, to understand her
You gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
An' give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her, that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
Yeah

To really love a woman, let her hold you
Til' you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her, really taste her
Til' you can feel her in your blood
An' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?

Oh
You've got to give her some faith, hold her tight
A little tenderness, you gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
You really gotta love your woman, ya

And when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
Yeah

Just tell me have you ever really
Really, really, ever loved a woman?
Oh
Just tell me have you ever really
Really, really, ever loved a woman?

He asked me to dance....

My husband....

He doesn't dance... One of the first things we talked about during our first date. 

But I'll never forget the day before he asked me to marry him he asked me to dance to a song that would later become our song: "Have you ever really loved a woman?"

We slowed dance right there in the middle of the living room.

That very thing has become the thing that makes me fall back in love with him each and every time...

We slow dance, a lot, not to be cheesy, but to feel each other as we do.

It's beautiful... and I miss it

Every time I stare at my empty living room floor I think, "I could be slow dancing with him right now..."

I truly feel that this tradtion is what seperates us as a couple...

We understand that we need to "feel" each other, not in a sexual matter, but more so in a physical way

I can't wait to slow in his arms again

I miss him....

During our regular date nights... He asked me to dance....

COLOR RUN!!

Oh yea, 5K son!!

I've never been so excited for a run in my life. Not just cause they throw color powder and paint at you as you run (ok a large amount of the excitement is due to this fact) but because it allows me to refocus on something other than counting down the weeks for Davids return, or the next memorial....

You see, all I have to usually look forward to are really depressing things, So when this came up I jumped on it! Heck, I'm wearing a tutu during the whole thing :)

I just want a picture of myself really smiling, not just a polite smile but a "I'm so freakin happy to be here" smile. So if this is what will make that happen, lets do it.... and pray I don't pass out before I reach the finish line

Passion

I was asked a great question from a good friend today, "One word to describe your marriage/relationship?"

Passion

We had it from the moment we laid eyes on each other. We felt it deep inside of ourselves when we saw one another....

We love eachother with this very strong sensation... 

We fight for this relationship with the same sensation...

It is the driving force behind us marrying in 11 days

It's still the driving force behind each email, letter, post, and thought

We are on our way to being married 5 years, and its a beautiful/passionate thing(:

Soccer Camp... and his Dad...

His coach has a British Accent... I was confused too lol

Let's be honest... 

As I was getting him ready for soccer camp (shirt, shorts, shin guards, socks, and shoes) he looks up at me with those brown eyes and says, "Daddy gonna be proud huh?" 

*Take a deep breath*

I say, "Yes son, he thinks you'll be amazing and fast..."

He looks down at his shoes and says, "I run fast like he teach me!"

*Bit your lip, hold it together*

I say, "Yes, and kick hard..."

"Ok momma, take pictures, Daddy need to see me." 

I went to David's FB page today as I was getting ready to write this... Saw this cute little quote on his quote section...

"Two things a child never forgets.
A mothers voice, and a Fathers embrace."

amen