I miss my Husband

I miss my husband so much. He is gone to Canada for 3 weeks. He left last Monday and it has been horrible with out him. We didn't get to talk because it cost $1.50 a minute on our cell phones. 6 days is the longest we have ever went without talking. I made it through most of the week without crying. And I even was able to get to sleep at night without him. But yesterday I laid down for a nap on his pillow and I could smell him. I just laid there crying a little. I didn't want to move because I was afraid I would not find that spot again. Today I woke up and on Sundays he always cooks breakfast and that is what got me going. Not waking up to the smell of bacon. I broke down and called to leave him a message. I don't know if he could really understand the message through the sobs, but he understand I needed to hear from him. He called me and I was so overcome with happiness. It was a quick conversation, 4 minutes to be exact. He was watching the time because of the cost. It was enough. Just to hear his love in his voice and to hear him say he loved me. I'm not the kind that likes to be so dependent on anyone, but I am so completely head over heals in love with my husband that it turns me into one of those woman I used to think were pathetic. I am so blessed that I found my soul mate, best friend, wonderful father, perfect husband, and respected soldier all rolled into this fabulous man. I am so proud of what he does for this country. Even if it is hard on our family sometimes. His children miss him deeply, but say "Daddy's off being a soldier." You can tell they're proud.
Ashtyn is so much like him. When I am upset she says little things to torment me and make me laugh. When I was crying today she asked why. When I told her it was because I missed daddy she said "He ran away from you. Ha Ha." It may sound mean, but it is coming from a child who later said Dumbo couldn't fly because he was drunk. I am so glad I have my girls. I think sometimes they comfort me more than I comfort them. They are my rock. I am so glad that I found the person that I could love this much.

Grandpa Wayne is a cute little old man. He loves to talk to Shawn about the military. He is so funny to listen to. He calls one of the other men in the rest home Bobblehead. And told us about a woman with an butt as big as a couch. When we brought Molly in to meet him you could see a twinkle in his eye. Molly was trying to pretend that she was shy and would run past and hit his knee. We were so glad to get 4 generation photos.

The piano

The day that we took Molly to meet her great Grandparents, she got bored after a few minutes, so uncle Dan took her over to play the piano. I think that is when he won her trust. It was the cutest thing. She was so content with him no matter what they were doing.

I believe Molly can sense the people that have a good, big heart. That is why she bonded with Dan and Marsha so quickly.

More Miami

More Beach photos. I love the one of Molly and Shawn. Molly loved playing with Aunt MArsha.

Miami

Molly and great grandpa Saybolt

Molly and Aunt Marsha Cuddling

Molly and Aunt Marsha 2 hot beach babes

Molly and daddy going for a walk.

Molly being cute as always.

I just wanted to get some of our pictures from our Miami Trip up before too long. We had a fantastic time. Molly woke with a fever an hour before we were suppose to fly out. So she was a little crabby the whole trip. Shawn's grandparents were so happy to see her. We spent a lot of time on the beach. We allso got to go to Parrot Jungle and I got to hold a tiger again. Yeah. He was much bigger this time and a little angry, but it was still awesome. We got some good bonding time with Shawn's Uncle Dan and Aunt Marsha. They completely stole my heart. They do not have kids of their own so in a way I think they feel like our kids are their grandkids. And I am glad to share my kids with them. They couldn't get enough of Molly. We got Dan out in the water for the first time in years and anytime something brushed my leg and made me jump he'd say " Creature" with some real concern. One time he ran over so brave to protect me from the creature. We had a good time hanging out with Shawn's dad and his girlfriend, Marianna.














Molly on the beach. She was so cute and had so much fun.

This is Uncle Dan. I just love him. He is fantastic. Him and his wife Marsha made things so fun. And they LOVED Molly. They couldn't get enough of her.

This is the back of Aunt Marsha's head. We were all searching for shells for the poor children left at home. Please ignore my boob crack.

This is the whole clan from left to right back row: Uncle Dan, Aunt Marsha, Opa (shawn's Dad), Marianna (his girlfriend), Me, Molly, Shawn. Front: Great Grandma Saybolt, and Great Grandpa Saybolt.

Molly and Opa Cuddling.

Scrapbooks

For anyone that knows me, they know that I love scrapbook stuff. I seldom get to use it so I more collect it. I am not very fast at scrapbooking and I often get very frustrated when I scrapbook with other people because they create beautiful things much quicker than I can. When I do make a good page I will flaunt it to everyone because it is not often. I wonder often if it all worth it. The money, the time, the frustration, the space. But tonight I was reminded why I do it. I create my childrens scrapbook as a story for them written by their mother with love. There are all sorts of little hidden tabs and even writing on the back of some pages meant just for my girls. Now that they can read they are going through and giggling at all the things they did as babies. All the little things even I had forgotten. I am so glad I do this. They don"t care that the pages aren't perfect or that I mispell or forget words. Or that the stamp is off a little bit. They just love to hear the stories of their life told by their mother. Someday when they have children they can share it with them and when I am gone it will remind them of who I was and how much I loved them. I hope that they will be inspired. I may not keep a journal of my life, but I am striving to write the story of theirs.

P.S.
I love my sister so much. I hope she knows that she is my best friend. I don't know where I would be with out her. She makes me strive to be a better person and mother. And helps me realize all moms think they aren't doing enough. Because if she isn't an awesome mom I don't know what is. I love you sis. You are my hero!!!!!