During the time that I’ve been on ‘blog hiatus’, many times I’ve thought, ‘oh, I’ll definitely blog about this’. And then I don’t. I feel like I’m not keeping up enough with the blog so I just don’t write at all. Maybe there’s a happy medium. I do like to write, and I still keep my little journal at home, however, with our crazy schedule there’s just no way to commit to writing several times a week. I guess I need to be OK with just updating when I can. So that’s my goal. When something strikes me, I’ll let you know.
This past weekend was Sydney’s 7th birthday. This is not a well known date in history, but it seems as if there’s always something going on around her birthday. On the exact day she was born- April 30, 2004 –Ken and I watched TV from my hospital room as the United States media outlets released graphic photos of American soldiers abusing and sexually humiliating Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison. The country was in an uproar and an in-depth investigation began headlining the news for many months to follow (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abu_Ghraib_torture_and_prisoner_abuse). While there haven’t been any major events on or around her birthday for the past few years, this year was a big exception!
Headlines from Friday, April 29, 2011:
· http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2011/royal.wedding/?iref=allsearch
· http://www.people.com/people/package/0,,20395222,00.html
I know some people think it’s silly, but I can admit and own up to the fact and I am fascinated by all things Royal. I loved Princess Diana and have watched her and Prince Charles’ wedding too many times to count. I wanted to dress like her. I jumped on the ‘I hate Camilla’ bandwagon when it became very apparent that Charles was seeing her even though still married to Diana. I was ‘Team Diana’ all the way when she and Charles divorced. I loved the fact that she was making her own way in the world and seemed to be finally discovering true happiness in the world. I mourned along with the rest of the world on the night that she was killed- I can tell you everything about that night: where I had been, what was on TV when it was interrupted with the news, etc. And I sobbed as I sat up all night to watch the funeral. I was 5 when Charles and Diana were married. Sydney was 6 when William and Kate were married. I hope this is something she is interested in as well so it can be something we share. There are so many bad things in the world that this is something fun and happy to remember. I can’t wait to watch William and Kate forge a new and modern approach to the monarchy.
Sunday evening, after a long birthday weekend, things were winding down and we were at the neighbors’ house. Sydney was playing with the girls and I was watching TV with my friend when a text came through on her phone from another one of our friends: ‘We got Osama’. What? We initially didn’t think anything of it- blowing it off as a joke or something like that. Then, texts started coming through on my phone from the CNN Breaking News feeds that I subscribe to:
· Osama bin Laden is dead.
· Congressional and administration officials tell CNN Osama bin Laden is dead.
· Osama bin Laden killed at a compound in Abbottabad Pakistan, after a firefight, President Obama said Sunday.
· US Navy Seals were involved in mission that killed Osama bin Laden, a senior defense official said
· Osama bin Laden was shot in the head during a U.S. raid, a congressional source familiar with the operation says.
· Osama bin Laden has been buried at sea, a U.S. official says.
· A DNA match confirms Osama bin Laden was killed, a senior administration official tells CNN.
We immediately turned off the movie we had been watching and were instantly glued to the TV. Images of bin Laden, 9/11, Ground Zero, the White House, and many others were splashed all over the screen. The world’s MOST WANTED terrorist has been killed. The one most of us thought would never be found, had not only been found, but had been terminated. I am a very proud American, but that extra sense of pride and love for your country that only comes along once in a while was presenting itself that night. Does my daughter know who bin Laden is? No. But she knows we killed the bad guy. She may not understand the situation now, but someday she will read about it in her history books. And it makes me pretty happy that she never really has to know who bin Laden is, as his reign of terror is over. I understand that inevitably someone else will come along- someone just as crazy, or crazier, than he. But for now, the world feels a little safer.
2011 is a birthday year we will never forget.






