Wonderful Family + Sleepover 4 Bubs = DATE NIGHT!!!

Well hang me upside down, paint me pink, and smack me silly!! I've got a date!

"How?", you ask.

'Cause I've got a fabulous Mom, Dad & Aunt D. who are keeping the Bubs overnight so Hubby and I can stare at each other over dinner and try to think of a topic of conversation that doesn't revolve around parenting. Wish us luck. I kid of course since we are usually able to find things to talk about that don't totally center around our Bubs. We love him, but we have vowed not to be the couple that, as their marriage continues, suddenly realizes that we don't have a thing to talk about and nothing in common.

Thinking about dating takes me back to our first few dates....fun, relaxed and uncomplicated. To put it simply, he got me. There's a quote by Drew Barrymore that comes to mind about dating, "Let your freak flag fly, and if someone doesn't get you, move on". Thankfully, he got me and my odd sense of humor and my weird southern way of talkin' so I didn't have to move on. He was the first man I'd met that was honestly interested in me as a person and didn't take off runnin for the hills once he got to know me. Quite the opposite, in fact. He told me he loved me after about a week and trust me, Y'all, I felt the same way. Ahhh.......Excuse me while I have a moment of silence to remember that moment.........................

So I'm off to break out the bushhog (aka my razor), slather on some smell goods, slap some makeup on, blow out my frizzy locks with a ginormous round brush and figure out what to wear. It's been so long since I've felt like a girly-girl with my hubby, it's pitiful! Don't get me wrong, the man tells me I'm beautiful when I've got bed-head and not a lick of makeup on, but it's always fun to get all beautificated and know he appreciates the effort.

The only thing is, we are having a hard time deciding what to do. What do you do when you folks have a chance to go on a date night?

I saw this pic and I couldn't resist.

Yay, Woo-hoo and Hallelujah!

My man is home, y'all!! *jumping up and down squeeling* He got in just before lunch time. Safe and sound...just a little funky from travelin' for a couple days. The Bubs can't stop talking to him about his new train layout and anything else that happens to pop into his precious, excited noggin. I am just reveling in the waves of relief that are sweeping over me....and copping as many feels as I can get away with (without the Bubs seeing, of course!). I'm enjoying that partcular marital right to its fullest, people!

Moving right along.....

I took some pictures, but I have to sort through them with Hubby to see what's okay to display on here. Once that's done I will definitely be sharing them!

I must say that since I've started this blogging venture, I've made a few friends who have been so supportive in their comments to me while my Hubby has been gone. Many, many thanks, Shugs. You've helped me keep a hold of my sanity and sense of humor.....I've always found that those two things go hand in hand for me! ~A special thanks to my family. Without your love, prayers and support I wouldn't be able to get through many things that military life throws at our family. Kisses and hugs.

Homecoming Mixtapes

I tend to have a single song that sticks with me right around hubby's homecomings. I think the first two times it was "At Last" by Etta James. While that will continue to remain among my top faves, I stumbled across another song that I've been listenin' to over and over. I was cruising my Zune marketplace for some new tunes and I came across this duet "Lucky" from Jason Mraz's album, We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. , with Colbie Caillat. ~In fact, it might even be playing for you now if my playlist is working right.~ I got the goofiest grin on my face when I started listenin' to the words the first time I heard it. It perfectly captures how I'm feeling...*happy sigh*

Now, on the flip side...while I do enjoy the sentiment of the song, I know without a shadow of a doubt that it was God's grace and provision that kept my husband safe. Can I get a Amen?

Romance...in the midst of pain.

It was tense in the living room at my parent's house for a minute or three this afternoon. The atmosphere hadn't been caused by angry words or an ugly attitude, but rather by watching Mom openly react to the pain she was in. Her face and lips were colorless, her eyes squeezed shut as she layed back in her recliner. It is a big deal for Mom to outwardly show discomfort, so as Dad and I watched and listened to her............

My Dad summed up what he and I were feeling perfectly when he walked over to her and rubbed her forehead saying, "I'd take it from you if I could." Today was their 34th wedding anniversary.

Earlier, Mom had smilingly told me that Dad had knelt down by her chair the night before and proposed to her again. "Will you marry me?" Though her face was tight with pain, her eyes twinkled and glowed as she told me about being romanced. What girl doesn't like to be courted, after all? (Yes, even us married gals, thank you very much!) She went on to tell me that he had gotten her some ferns for the porch because she'd mentioned she'd like some. He'd even come home with an Easter basket for her after church today.

Have I mentioned before that my parents are awesome?