Proud to be an American...

It is Friday night and my sweet husband just got home from Germany. He had to go there for work and man, did I miss him. It was my first time by myself with my 3 girls- I mean all by myself. I did pretty good I must say but right now I am MENTALLY pooped. In fact, right when he got home, he had to take M to her soccer practice and S wanted to go too. So me and D took the opportunity to take a little nap. Well in that 45 minutes, I slept SO hard that when the pizza guy came to deliver our pizza, I didn't hear him knock or hear the doorbell ring. How crazy is that? Luckily I heard something and woke up and was able to get our dinner:0)... I am sitting here watching a documentary on 9/11 and it is just the saddest thing ever. It just makes me so mad that our country was attacked but scary that someone out there HATES us that much that they wanted to kill civilians. They are showing these people and everything was so normal and then, BAM, the entire world changed in an instant. I am so thankful for our troops fighting our freedom that is so precious. I am so very proud to be an American!!