Twenty five years ago tonight, Becky took me out to eat Mexican food, thinking that might hurry things along. Must have worked, cause when I woke up the next morning I was in labor. She was born right after lunch in Waco's Hillcrest Hospital. She was always a gutsy, competitive, boisterous, rowdy gal. A high tolerance to pain, and a willingness to inflict it. :) One of her coaches called it MOXY, but I never ever thought that this child that walked to the beat of her own drummer... would join the military. But it works for her. Lacey can make camo work!
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