OK, I am so proud of myself...my dear husband is getting winged tomorrow..officially a pilot for the navy. I made this banner for him handmade, wings and all.  

Huck just got his orders today, we are going to Maport Florida! Yippee!! We wanted Virginia, but close to my sister is just as good. I was fearful we would be sent to the west coast...way to far from friends and family.
The helicopter dh got is the 6o Bravo, and he finished 2nd in his squadron...only a beat first by a couple points. We will likely move to Middlburg or Orange park florida.
Please pray for a smooth transition/move. I am glad we will be moving close to where we buried my momma.  

Ok, I must be out of my mind or something, or maybe it is hanging out with new friends that have little girls. For the past few weeks, I keep thinking I want another baby...specifically a little girl. But, each time I mention it to my husband, he looks at me like I am crazy and shoots me down about it.
I know that I miss the relationship I had with my mom, and I dont' want to have a baby to try to fill that gap. Maybe that is what I am craving...a filling of that hole that was left in my life when my mother passed on. I am still young, only 30...most gals these days don't start having kids til they are near their 30's. But, hubby says we are done. I feel hurt that he treats it like it is a joke, that it doesn't need to be talked about.
I have spent the past 5 years, pretty much emotionally alone, while he studies and betters himself careerwise...I know, it is for the family. But I feel like my needs and wants should be addressed too. I hurt inside, and maybe if he would treat this like something that is important to me, then I would feel better...but, he brushes me off.
He is about to get winged after long and hard flight training....and I am so proud of him...I know I dont' think I could have done it myself. But I have worked hard too, taking care of the kids, of mom, of dad, trying to take care of myself.
Lately, I find myself spending way to much money on scrapbooking supplies, to try to make myself feel good...it isnt' working.
Maybe all I need is time from my husband, maybe a little love (not sex, just attention), a little time, I need to feel important to him. I know he loves me, but I need to feel like he needs me in his life, like I am important.
Anyhow, I guess I just had to get these things off my chest.