My Husband

Today my husband turned 53 years old. We celebrated with friends and family at our usual haunt. We have are blessed to have such wonderful people around us. I am truly fortunate to have Paul in my life. We have know each other since 1984. I actually fell in love with him back then. But life took us in different directions, until 17 years ago, when he called me out of the blue. I knew, as did he, that we had finally come full circle. We have all the bumps and dings that any couple has, but are so thankful to God for allowing us to be together. We have four wonderful kids between us, and even though we aren't where we thought we would be at the moment, we will get there. Paul continues to bust his butt working 12+ hour days, and while we wish he would slow down some, we know that isn't his style. He is hard working, generous, an awesome storyteller, and friend. He loves animal but doesn't admit it. Would love to work all day in the yard, and then get up the next day and do it again. He dreams big, but seldom gets to realize them. His dad is his best friend. He loves to travel to new places and see new things. I love my husband. Happy Birthday Paul.

Hangin' around with Lacey

A photo of my daughter and the guys on April 18th. Beyond the tents, you can see her dorm in the background. I remember taking Lacey to Fort Sam Houston (I think) when she was little. There was a place called the quadrangle that had deer and peacocks wondering around freely. I have photos of Lacey and my dad feeding the animals. Will have to find it next trip.


Today is my friend Becky's birthday. She has been a part of my life, pretty much as long as I can remember. We are more like family than friends. One of my kids was filling out a job application and asked me for someone to use as a reference. I told them to use Becky. They protested, "it says a non-relative" mom. Happy Birthday Dear Friend.

Happy Birthday Lacey (G.I.) Jane

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!

Lacey and her friends

We traveled to San Antonio this weekend because Lacey was going to march in the Battle of Flowers parade. This parade has been a part of the San Antonio Fiesta celebration for close to 100 years. Unfortunately the weather was did not cooperate, and many of the fiesta events has to be postponed or canceled. When she found out the marching for the General wasn't going to happen, we were afraid we might not get to see her, but she was able to get a pass because her family was there.
I had not seen her since January, and I was still feeling a little guilty for not traveling to South Carolina for her graduation, so see her felt good. We got to meet Patricia Romo, Lacey's battle buddy that we had grown to know via letters over the past 10 weeks. In this photo (L-R) Walker, Romo, Powers and Lacey feel the newly found freedom that AIT has over BCT. Walker was an officers wife, and when he was medically retired, and the age limit was raised, she joined. She is from North Carolina. Romo is a several years older than Lacey too. Powers and her husband joined together. These gals truly impress me. All four of them are going into the medical field and seem to enjoy each others company.

After a rather lengthy hiatus, I have decided to revive my blog. I must admit I was seduced by the glitter and flashing lights of facebook. It is fun connecting with second cousins twice removed, and some kid that says you baby sat him, but those encounters, become few and far between. Mostly you are reading unoriginal postings that try to shame you into posting the same unoriginal thought. UGH. I will continue to update info on my daughters progress in the Army, but as of now, Lacey has a computer and can update herself. So to my loyal FAN, you spoke, and I listened. I used to write like no one was listening, but now I know you are out there...

PFC Hunter in her A uniform

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