Blessed

I am working on a post concerning yesterday's events, but for now I'd like to say this:

I am blessed.
For my Husband and Daughter, my family, being a Navy Wife, knowing God, for having Jeanne Hite in my life, for my house, my possessions, and everything else.

I am blessed.

I would also like to add that my daughter was wonderful yesterday. I am as proud as any mother can be. She was quiet at the service, and charmed the pants off of everyone. At the reception I can't count how many people said, "Thank you for bringing your daughter", especially Lt. Hite's mother and his wife, Jeanne.

I love my little girl.

The Hand of God

My Mum forwarded this to me via email. I like the message at the end. I thought it was a neat little story that I should share. The story itself is true.


His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Lieutenant Hite, You Will Be Missed

At 2000 EST (8:00PM) on March 17th, 2009, Lieutenant L. Hite of the NAS Pax River Police Department lost his life to a Pulmonary Embolism.

Lt. Hite was not very old in age; he was a husband, father, grandfather, boss, co-worker, mentor, friend and buddy. My husband was very fond of him as the Lt was not only his mentor but a friend as well. Military and DOD personnel from all over the world are responding to the loss of their dear friend.

My heart goes out to everyone touched by this, but especially to his wife. It was Mrs. Hite that discovered his body. I could not imagine coming home to discover my husband in that condition. I cannot fathom such a thing, but I know that she was not alone. Nobody is strong enough to face such a thing on their own. God was with her last night, He is with her now and Lt. Hite is now our angel. I know he'll look over all his buddies and family and keep them safe.


Please keep the Hite family and the 611 crew in your prayers (611 is the police station's building number. The officers refer to it as "6-11" instead of a "department" or "station"). The "fallen officer" black stripe has been respectfully placed on all officers and MAs badges as well as across the badge decals on the police cruisers. A banner has also been hung at 611.

"In Valor There is Hope" - Quote from the NLEO Memorial

Sleeping Woes

Yes, it is almost 0600 and I am still awake for a number of reasons.

Ry is on graveyard this month, and I always hate it. Not only do I have to sleep alone - which usually doesn't go great because, well, he's not here - and when he gets home he has to sleep while the baby and I quietly play downstairs. The second problem is that Sam's sleeping schedule is all sorts of messed up. It just started a few days ago; her usual bedtime is between 2100 and 2200. It has been slowly creeping up and last night/this morning she did not go to sleep until 0300. I tried everything. Not only is she not going to bed at a decent time, she is also sleeping like a newborn. She used to take about thirty to one hour naps every two or three hours. Now she is sleeping two, three sometimes four hours at a time. I know what you're thinking: just wake her up. That would work if she actually agreed with that, but you wake her up before SHE wants to and we get crabby, stubborn Sam.

I just don't know what to do. We try baths, feeding her really well, and everything you can think of. She's cutting her first tooth but it doesn't hurt her, as she is extremely bubbly while awake. Is excess sleeping attributed to that? Perhaps her Prevacid (Reflux Med)?

I think it's time to go google, since I can't sleep anyway.

***Update***

I read up on it and neither of the above mentioned have anything to do with her sleep patterns. I need some good advice on this one.

So Much to Do, So Little Motivation

There are so many things I need to blog about. Events that I need to write down, mostly for my own recollection, so they will never be forgotten. My pregnancy - what I can remember - S's birth, the past 5 months, etc.


So much to do.

First Wedding Anniversary

Today marks the day Ryan and I chose to be with each other til death due us part.

That's right folks! Our first wedding anniversary is today and nobody is as shocked as we are! Well, not really. We knew we'd make it because we took vows. To some people they are just words, but to us it was everything it was supposed to be - a vow before God; a promise to never break those vows no matter what comes our way. We even promised each other things in private, but one vow that was implied but not included is to never divorce, ever. Ryan is so fearful of the big D-word because it has happened in life (not TO him) and he does not want to fail at what used to be such a precious union. The divorce rate is so high it is ridiculous, no wonder people worry! They should! Stupid teenagers, greedy soldiers/sailors, and some celebrities take marriage so lightly. It's no big deal to get an annulment or divorce. Who cares! We'll try again!

Well not us. My husband and I want to have that perfect 1950's family. It won't be easy, at times it won't be pretty, but we will have it, because we believe. In God, in love and in us. We believe.

Happy One Year, Sailor. I love you.

Work in Progress...

I'm in the process of re-working the blog. Until it's finished, it will be blank, all over the place and probably postless.

Thank you for your understanding!