Wednesday, June 29, 2011

So they say it's his birthday...

Tomorrow is Kerry's birthday. And it should probably be a national holiday because he is, in fact, the nicest human being on earth who is married to one of the not-nicest human beings on earth.  He should probably get some kind of award for surviving another year of life with me.....or at the very least have a street named have him.

You might be laughing if you don't know him.  Or me.

If you know us both - you are probably laughing too.

Let me give you an example of an average day in our house:

Alarm goes off, and I arise from my beauty slumber - only to head to the bathroom to get ready for the day. In the meantime, Kerry waits about 15 minutes before hopping out of bed, MAKING the bed, and heading to the kitchen where he often fixes my coffee. (Yes, he delivers it to me in the bathroom.)

After getting the girls moving - and feeding them breakfast - he takes Sadie to school. I, on the other hand, hop in my car (previously filled with gas by that same coffee delivery boy) and take Gracey to school.

Kerry then goes to work and busts his behind 10-12 hours a day all the while making sure I know how much I am loved and cared for in a variety of manners. Sometimes I get to work to find a card he's mailed to me. Other times he shows up at my office with the coffee, keys, etc. I left at home by accident.

Before he comes home in the afternoon, he calls to see what he needs to stop at the store to pick up - then he gladly comes to home to either help cook, cook or clean up after cooking dinner...whichever may apply that given day.  (And did I mention he plays referee between the kids too?)

You get the point. I am spoiled rotten.

ANYWAY - tomorrow is this great guy's birthday. The guy who picked me - and loves me like no one else on earth will ever love me.  And for that I am thankful....as well as for a million other reasons.

Tomorrow I will do my best to make his day wonderful. I will try to spoil him and let him know how much I love him. (Too bad we are taking a road trip..... I think that means I may have to drive......Oh the SACRIFICE! lol)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KERRY!!!  I love you!!!!

Monday, June 6, 2011

I'll Stand By You

"Courage is when you're afraid, but you keep on moving anyway.
Courage is when you're in pain, But you keep on living anyway " ~ "Courage" by Orianthi




Do you remember standing before your first audience? Maybe you were performing at a dance recital or singing in a choir. I don't remember my first exposure to "the crowd" - but I do remember that tingly feeling I always got in my body when I was a kid standing in front a group. In fact, I still get it sometimes when I have to speak to a large audience. My hands get cold, and I can feel my heart rate increase. But the thing that always calms me is knowing that I have at least one person in that audience who knows and loves me.  And I always try to be that person in the audience for those that I love. 


Billy was recently home for two weeks of post-deployment leave. We had a big group ready to greet him the airport - flags, banners, posters...the whole nine yards. There is a group here called America Supports You that coordinates all the homecoming greetings, and this particular weekend they happened to be hosting their annual banquet as well. The minute they caught wind of Billy's arrival, they asked us to please join them and 1,200 of their nearest and dearest for dinner on Saturday night. 


As it turned out, Billy's flight was cancelled/delayed so much that the ASY group was unable to meet us at the airport - but we were honored to join them at the banquet. We knew they planned to recognize Billy for returning from deployment, but somehow expected there to be a larger number of guys they'd announce from the stage.  Instead, the emcee Walt Howard asked Billy to stand and told the audience that he'd just returned from Afghanistan the night before. 
Kerry, Me, Billy, the girls and some sweet ladies who sat at our table. 


Everyone clapped. Billy stood stoically - unsure where to look or what exactly to do. And we, his family, sat proudly by and clapped with the crowd. Then....all of a sudden....the entire room stood to give him a standing ovation. We joined them in clapping for him - and I think our entire family had tears in our eyes. It was an amazing moment.


I'm sure for any Marine or soldier this would have meant a lot. And would be a huge honor. We know it meant a lot to Billy. More than anyone else in that room could possibly know.


For Kerry and I, it felt as though we were sitting in a vacuum. You know how they do flashbacks in movies where they go into the characters' minds and replay some poignant moment in time?  That's EXACTLY what happened to us.  We flashed back to a scene we never actually saw. To something Billy told me almost a year ago when we were having one of our mom/Billy conversations.


He was telling me about performing in a school play. We were talking about what part he played, and whether or not he enjoyed being in it. What grade he thought he was in, etc. Just normal stuff that we talk about as we try to piece together the puzzle of his childhood. 


He may kill me for posting this.
He explained to me that he'd walked to school to be in the play that evening...and had walked home as well. He had no one there to take him - or to care that he was going to be the male lead in his school play.  But the moment he remembers the clearest was at the end of the play when they called each child forward on the stage. Their family members were asked to stand and join in recognizing their child.   As everyone was stepping forward, Billy knew that he had no one there.  When they called his name - and he stepped forward - no one stood. 


At the time he told me that story, my heart broke once again for the little boy I didn't get soon enough to protect from moments like that. I wanted to go back in time and be there to stand proudly and clap for my son. It's been one of those gut wrenching things I can't get out of my mind.


So at that banquet - as more than 1,200 people stood and clapped for our son - I was honored to be at his side.  I was able to stand there knowing he'd never be alone again and that I would move Heaven and Earth to always be part of his audience. 


As for Billy....that the little boy who stood all alone after his name was called in an elementary school play was finally getting the recognition and honor he deserved for a job well done. And he had his family there to see it. 


I love it when stories end like that. Don't you?