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O-meister and i went antique shopping with his grandma, my mother in law, this morning.  it was glorious.  i love spending time with her, with him…with them together.  and the smells and feelings of so many people, over so many years, comingling in one big shop is intoxicating.  all that history in a chair or an antique secretary from 1870.  i love to let my  mind wander (and wonder!) on who might’ve sat there writing letters, and who might those letters have been written to (or about, even…).  did they use a pencil?  pen & india ink? wax stamps?   what were they wearing in 1870?   i lurrrrve it.

upon entering the store (angels & antiques for those of you in the FAY), i make a beeline for the verrrrry back corner of the store.  there, in all its glorious gloriousness, is a new booth.  a new gem amongst all the other treasure to be found here.  there.  is a new booth owned by A String Of Purls.  *cue angelic music aaaaaaaaahhhh*  used to be that one would have to make a trek from FAY to stedman, NC to visit this LYS.  and this is  a great LYS so the 60min or so round trip (not counting store time) was totally worth it, but not always manageable with sir Omeister in tow.  now it seems that ASOP has opened  inside angels & antiques and let me warn you– the yarn room is incredible!  berrocco was calling my name today as i mustered the strength to say “not now….”.  but i will be back!     and the clincher here is that they have knitting circle on thursday nights.  dance of joy commencing……….now.     refer to the 60min round trip drive and you will see why this particular knitting circle gets high praise from me.  thank you ASOP!!

well hubs has been in haiti for 26 days.  i have really struggled with whether i was going to blog about this.  mostly because i didn’t like the idea of putting it out there for the whole world to know that my hubs was gone…a safety issue, if you will.  i’m over that.  we have handguns.   loaded ones.  and i’m a really good shot. 

so now i will talk about how incredibly proud i am of this man.  i would like to scream it loudly from the top of someplace…ah-very high.    this hubs of mine.  this man i have chosen that has chosen me.  i am infinitely proud of him.  proud of the sacrifices he has made, the decision he makes every morning to put on that uniform to defend people he loves, people he doesn’t know, people he doesn’t like.   to defend an idea.  proud of his idealism.  proud of his strength, his integrity, his determination to make this world a better place.  i am proud to be the wife of such a brave man. 

my hubs is a career infantryman.  he has seen a lot of combat…close combat.  when he got to haiti he expressed to me the devastation, destruction, the scene of total implosion.  he described to me the sights, sounds, smells.  the sadness, how his heart weighed heavy for the haitian people, and how he was grateful for the opportunity to help them.  this was combat of a different kind.  these people were [are] fighting…but they are fighting for their own lives, their own survival, here.

so,  the 82nd has been there for 26 days.   which means that these soldiers have been away from their families for 26days.  the whole thing happened so fast really.  my hubs received a phone call that basically said, “pack your gear and be at battalion [headquarters] in an hour. we’re going to haiti”.    me:”WHAT?!!   when will you be back??  will i be able to talk to you??  what’s going on??”

typically we have many months to plan for a deployment.  to get used to the idea of our beloved being absent.  to stock up on memories by spending extra family time together, filing those “extra” memories away for a day when we are really feeling the effects of them being gone.  but not this time.  hubs was *POOF* just, gone.  just like that.  and without much communication for the first several weeks.   it was incredibly stressful and trying.  the communication has steadily improved over the last couple of weeks, but it is still lacking and there are still some wives who haven’t heard from their husbands yet.

but here’s the bottom line of this post (aside from all the gushing about how incredibly proud of my soldier i am)…he’s coming home SOOOOOOON.  very SOOOOOOOON!     ah, these are not details that one can post in cyberspace.  opsec and all that…i want to make sure he actually gets home!    i am ecstatic to be realizing what a whirlwind this deployment has been.  he left so FAST and is returning in the same way.  and then it is done.     then i can get to the business of blogging some more about the horror of haiti, the things hubs saw, instead of being consumed with my own selfish business of missing my brave soldier husband.

hurry home hubs.  i can not WAIT to hold you in  my arms and whisper “welcome home”s to you.   and ollieman misses his daddy.

today is our 5year anniversary.   i have grown so much in that time and have so much to be thankful for.  my family is the single most important thing in my life and is the reason i do what i do.   thank you baby, for choosing me.  let’s celebrate!

getting ready for the holidays and to get this here web log off the ground.  i am so super charged and excited to get going!  i’ve been sifting through photographs, playing with PSE, thinking about what i will write–or rather, what we will discuss (yay!) and gathering it all together in a journal my head.  i hope it all comes out ok, she says with nervous anticipation and butterflies tinkling in her tummy.

and while i’ve been daydreaming, err–planning, what is to appear on these pages with the new year, we’ve all been busy getting ready for Christmas.  this year will prove to be the most exciting yet that our little family of 3 (5 if you’re counting the dawgs) has had, i’m sure.   first, we are blessed to have daddy home with us this year and not off on another deployment.  our family is complete this year and that is the most important thing.  second, little O-Meister turned two not so long ago and is juuuust getting the hang of this opening-the-presents and ornaments-on-the-tree thing.   as the mama of said two year old, i can not wait to see his sweet little face on Christmas morning when he appears from the bedroom, sleepy eyed, carried by moi (because his legs do NOT work until he’s been around to say good morning to the dawgs first).    i can not wait to see his face when he witnesses the behemoth mountain that santa has brung…and when it dawns on him that all of those things wrapped up under that tree are just for him!     happy baby.  happy mama.  love abounds.

hmmm.   our anniversary is tomorrow and my birthday is next week, too!   so many things to celebrate on Carolina Lane.   i am such a lucky mama.

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