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My 10 Favorite Memories from 2019

2019-12-17 aprilmomoffour accomplishment, answered prayer, Army Wives, family, military life, stay-at-home mom

Can this also double as our year-end Christmas letter? I’m thinking it can. I’m going to do these in order of the year and my memory. Most things that happened have been forgotten, of course. But here are 10 happy memories. #1. The snowed out promotion ceremony All set for a stressful day at the Pentagon, when SURPRISE, snow buried D.C., and we got to have Alan’s promotion ceremony in the comfort and relaxation of our own home–in the basement, […]

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My One of a Kind MawMaw and Her Secret for Happiness

2015-11-16 aprilmomoffour attitude, poetry, thankful

The other day, as I dug through the books on my shelves, I came across a book I have thought of a lot lately, a book like no other. It’s the little book of Poetry, written by my grandmother, BHK. We’ll call her Beth. Beth died when I was 16, of breast cancer. Her death was one of those that didn’t sit well with anyone. No one said, “Well, it was just her time to go.” Everyone was more like, […]

Day #4: San Diego Zoo and a Throwback to the Capstone

2015-03-31 aprilmomoffour California, friends, photography, pictures, vacation

On day four of our vacation, we went to the San Diego Zoo. I even managed to arrange to meet my college roommate and her family there. I was so excited and nervous to see them! I haven’t seen Jason and Heather since 2002! They don’t know Alan! Weird, huh? Many of you know that I met Alan in college, where we began dating. Most of you don’t know too much about my life before Alan, and digging up all […]

Road Trip to the University Of Alabama

2014-06-21 aprilmomoffour military life, moving, vacation

We are well into our very first cross country road trip tonight, currently staying in Amarillo. “Amarillo by Morning” is now stuck in my head. It’s 12 am central time, and we are pretty sleepy. Unfortunately, we put clothes in the hotel washing machine downstairs. That means we have another hour and fifteen minutes, at best, before we can go to bed. Now I wish we’d packed ourselves more clothing. Drat. It was a long day of driving, driving, and […]