Posted on June 4, 2010 at 5:15 pm
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1. I love how you make me feel strong.
2. I love how you always encourage me.
3. I love when you wipe away my tears.
4. I love that you see that I’m about to start crying when no one else can.
5. I love how you always see the positive.
I miss you so much. 
Posted on June 1, 2010 at 1:30 pm
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I’m so thankful that I don’t have anyone’s grave to visit on Memorial Day. Being involved with the military has made me more aware of the meaning behind the federal holiday, but it doesn’t hit me on a personal level, and for that I’m grateful. One day, it probably will. One day I’ll probably know people who have given their lives for our country – people I’ll think of especially on Memorial Day. But not yet.
What is it to me? Growing up in a very military-lacking family, Memorial Day never really had any special meaning to me. I’d heard what it was about, but that was all. For the most part, it was a day for family picnics at Kidsville or someplace like that. It’s beginning to change now that I know people in the military, and now that I’m married to a soldier. Now I think about it a little more. I think about all we have to be thankful for, I think about what it would mean if Hubby did give his life…
But I find it a little funny that we don’t use the day so much for remembering those gone as much as we spend it enjoying life and loved ones. Yes, even Hubby.
Two-Thousand Nine
Last year, over the Memorial Day Weekend, we were down in the Rio Grande valley, visiting Hubby’s family.
We made sad little sand castles. We tried so hard, but we just couldn’t get that moat deep enough or the support wall high enough to protect it!
We tried boogie boarding in the surf… Some of us succeeded more than others. (Hubby caught on. I didn’t do as well.)
We also collected shells, laid out in the sun, and ate hotdogs. It was all-around a lovely weekend. Especially for me. I love the beach. But the best part came on the last day there, up on a sand dune…
He had me looking for non-existent boats on the bay, and when I turned to tell him there were no boats, he was on one knee, covered in sand, but holding out a ring box and asking me to marry him. 
Tumbles: Whaa? Bedtime? You coulda just let me sleep here..
Posted on May 21, 2010 at 1:00 pm
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1. I love your sticky-note messages.
2. I love that I can’t drive you away.
3. I love knowing we can always make up.
4. I love your non-feminine face.
5. I love how much worry for my safety.
Posted on May 14, 2010 at 1:30 pm
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I’m not usually one for dreams. I have an imagination, and I have goals, but I’m too grounded for dreams. At least, until recently. Somehow rational Michy hasn’t been able to squash her own dreams lately. In fact, I’ve come up with some doozies that not too long ago I would have instantly dismissed because they are impossible. But I’m not complaining! In fact, I’m excited about this new ability I have to dream impossible dreams and work towards exciting goals.
So here’s the story. Hubby and I were driving, and I was looking out the window, thinking about our future. How great would it be to one day open up a store, like we’ve talked of doing? And then I saw it. The perfect land. Near the developed highway, just outside of town, along the side where an access road already exists, was a big chunk of land just waiting to be developed. I told Hubby that I want it. I want that land. I described to him that I wanted to build a store, but behind it would be our house. It would be attached, but you wouldn’t be able to access the house from the store. The house entrance would be in the back, and it would look just like a normal house. And the store would just look like a normal store front, with no hint of the house in the back. Perfect!
Realistic? Who cares?
It’s a dream.
One day, though, I do want to own a piece of land like that.
What about you? Do you have any impossible dreams that you are trying to make work?
1. I love you for going to the pool at the gym with me, even after a PT test.
2. I love it when you kiss me good morning.
3. I love how you’re always sure I can do basically anything.
4. I love when you want to watch that one TV show as much as I do.
5. I love how you gave me a day off from chores and cooking.
Posted on May 7, 2010 at 1:00 pm
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I love you!
1. I love how you always try to better yourself.
2. I love how patient you are with me.
3. I love watching you play with Tumbles.
4. I love the stories you write.
5. I love it when you compliment my writing!
