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Finally have emails coming in. I guess that means that things have settled down and everyone is situated out there. I love to know when he is bored. It makes me happy.

I am so happy. I was digging through my room, trying to get things organized because I am going to need room for Ivan and I found a couple of shirts that didn't get washed!! They smell wonderful! As I was telling Steven this morning in an email: It's verging on literal insanity that I am basically sleeping with a pile of dirty clothes and tempted to wear men's deodorant.

Mother's day has me feeling a little sad. I wish he was here, I know he would nag at me in the morning for not sleeping in, and today him and the girls would have run off and locked themselves in a bedroom to make me cards and draw pictures. He would even have Cara scribble all over a picture and then fill it in with things like "bla de ba, Love you mommy."

I was real excited tonight, I actually got to feel a for sure kick! Emailed Steven as soon as I had the chance. Feeling him moving makes it so much more real... I still can't believe we are having a boy; Im overjoyed for Steven. Ivan is so lucky to have Steven to look up to. I can't wait to have him, get Steven back from Afghanistan and finally have my entire family all in one place again. It feels so far away on special days like tomorrow, especially when everyone is off doing their own thing and for us, its just another day in a very long countdown.

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  1. MaryMay 12, 2012 at 10:39 PM

    Happy Mother's Day. Counting down with you till Amy and Kevin are together again and coming home.

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