Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Cassidee's 1st Soccer Game - 2010

We were excited when Cassidee told us she wanted to play soccer this fall. I'm not sure she totally enjoyed it last fall. (Being 3 and new to the game, it was a big experience for her last year.) This year, though, she was PUMPED! Jeremy told her the night before her first game that he'd give her $5 for every goal she scored.
Here is her team getting a pep talk before the game.....they are in the orange.
Cassidee came out ready to play! She did such a great job of going for the ball and really hustling!

And then, about 5 minutes into the game,
Do you see the look on her face?
We're guessing it was total shock. She never showed any emotion about it!

I, on the other hand, was beside myself. I was jumping up and down, screaming for her. The video I was taking is ridiculously bouncy and I'm yelling so loudly into the microphone, it's annoying! I made her come over and give me a kiss.....luckily she wasn't too embarassed by me!

After that goal came 3 others!
But, she did get hot and asked to be taken out of the game towards the end. We played at noon, and I don't blame her one bit. I was melting just standing on the sidelines. She spent most of the 2nd half trying to fan her shirt and stay cool!!!
She was so excited about her goals and couldn't wait to go to the fire station and tell her daddy that she had scored. He was pretty sad that he was working on the day she scored her first goals, but I'm sure she'll do it again for him. I took her up to get the money he had promised her and luckily for him he decided to cap the amount at $10. She looked at him and said, "You owe me 20 bucks!" We all busted out laughing!
We are super proud of you Cassidee and can't wait to see how well you are going to do this season!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

We will never forget....

I remember where I was that day and what I was doing....
I remember praying that all my family members were safe.....
I remember wishing I would wake up and this would be a terrible dream!
I remember....
2,606 in the World Trade Center
87 on American flight 11
60 on United flight 175
125 in the Pentagon
59 on American flight 77
40 on United flight 93
and 19 that don't deserve to be remembered.....

I didn't know at that point that I would one day be married to a fire fighter.

But, 343 fire fighters were lost that day at Ground Zero and since then I have a whole new respect for "service" men and women. The fire fighters, police officers, etc. who do brave things on a daily basis.

And, although my husband and most every other fire fighter I know does not want to be recognized for the work that he does, here is my one little corner of the world to tell him how proud I am of him, the guys he works with, and fire fighters all over. Jeremy does things that I wouldn't ever dream of doing, sees things no one should have to see, and goes places that most people would never go. Jeremy is one of the smartest, kindest, bravest, toughest and most gentle person that I know. I have seen him interact with patients. I know that he cares about people and truely wants to know the outcome of their situations once he leaves them at the hospitals. I know he loves his job and the thrill of fighting a fire. I have heard his heroic stories of saving people and their belongings. I've heard his goofy stories of falling into a swimming pool in someone's back yard with his full gear on and sinking to the bottom. I've heard his scary stories of almost falling through a ceiling when the second floor gave way when he walked in. (I don't like to hear those stories much...) All this to say, I worry about him day and night when he is gone, but I'm so proud of the job he is doing to help others when he is away from us.


Here is my hero.

Excuse the not-so-flattering picture of me. This was May of 2008 when I was 8 months pregnant with Cason and we were at Jeremy's medal banquet.