Loads have happened since my last post....
All is good with Baby Charlie - I'm now 26 weeks.
Last week we had horrible tornadoes rip throughout Alabama. Over 200 people were killed and many more were injured and rendered homeless. Extremely sad. Places within minutes of where we live were destroyed. Tuscaloosa was the worst, Cullman, Pratt City, Pleasant Grove.... we watched a huge mile wide tornado travel across North Birmingham on TV.... just over Red Mountain where we live.... on the other side. Very sad days.
In all the tragic sadness, however, we all had something wonderful to celebrate: Friday was The Royal Wedding of Prince William to Kate Middleton. Glorious (even though I didn't wake up to see the ceremony at 5am) I watched the highlights. They are my age.... so it was like watching a part of my history grow up a little. I remember when Shelley and I used to talk about how she would marry William and I would marry Harry. We, the lovely Duchess of Primrose (me) and Lady of Lucerne would finally be royal and live in London. hahaa, our lives didn't exactly turn out that way.... I can't complain though. I love my red bearded husband more than life. And London will always be there.... even if I can't afford to ever go back. It is my second home. Good times. :o)
Then, last night (Sunday) President Obama announced that they killed Osama Bin Laden. I have mixed feelings about it all. I know that it's symbolic and important that they caught him and I guess killed him.... but it's just hard for me to jump up and down and celebrate death in general, especially right after all the death we've had around the Birmingham area from the tornadoes. It was just interesting to see pictures of Americans parading and celebrating in the streets when it was announced. But, then again, I didn't know anyone very close who was directly impacted by 9/11.... none of my family or friends died there so I can't share in the amount of grief that they all felt. I completely respect and honor their feelings.... and hope that this event can give them peace. I just don't see the point of waving the flag and screaming at the top of my lungs in celebration. But, who knows. I'm pregnant and my emotions and feelings are all screwed up these days :o)
To end on a happy note: Easter, a week ago, was beautiful. Next year we'll have a little boy to dress up and sit in a basket full of eggs and grass.... and he'll not even be old enough to roll his eyes! Love it.
Camp is coming.... you might not hear from me until June... just fyi.
Love,
Abby