19 November 2004 * 17:45
I was watching the news and saw a sad story. It was about a 23 year old Marine who married his high school sweetheart. They got married last year. The day she gave birth was the day he was killed in Fallujah. He never even knew his son was born. That made me cry. I will admit it, every time I hear about someone being killed I cry. It is someone's child or parent or sibling or spouse. Since William is on foot patrols now I am a little more freaked out. Not panicky, not going nuts, but more nervous. He wrote me an e-mail and said that patrols had been incident free. That is since the shrapnel incident. Thank God for no more of that. I hope they stay oncident free.
I talked to Jennifer today. It is the first time we have talked in a while. We sent e-mail back and forth too. She sent me some pictures of Peyton. She is adorable! She has the cutest chubby cheeks and she has big, bright eyes. She is a doll. I haven't been to visit her yet. I know, I suck. I don't know why I haven't. I guess I get so caught up in my daily junk I don't think about it. And in the beginning the kids and I kept passing snotty noses and fevers and I sure didn't want to make that sweet little baby sick. And I guess I hate dragging my kids to people's houses. They are so loud and so destructive, and I get angry and can't enjoy a visit. I am so afraid they would get in Jen's house and break something or tear something or terrorize her animals. They are mean like that. To be girls you'd think they would be nicer. Nope. It's mostly Kaylee. She is acting out because of William being gone. I can beat her I can put her in her room. Nothing matters. She needs her Daddy home. She knocked on the wall and said she was calling him home yesterday. Now how sad is that?
Well, that is all I have for now. I am going to go type up a letter for William. I have been writing him every day this week. I do it for a while then I quit for a while. It kinda sucks not to get anything in return. But I won't get into that. Maybe he will surprise me.
Stef
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