Proud Mom to a 1-89 Cavalry Scout: A few wedding pics

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A few wedding pics

Just thought I would share a few more wedding pics from Scout and Kristen's special day

The gorgeous bride and her beautiful attendants

Scout with his best man, brothers and nephew

Our handsome Scout

First dance as man and wife

Have a wonderful Wednesday and please remember there are still many in harms way. Keep them in your prayers.

God Bless,

Cav Mom

6 comments:

Sarge Charlie said...: Real men ware a uniform to their wedding.; Sep 22, 2010, 1:23:00 PM
Tami said...: Hooah Sarge, Both Scouts looked very sharp in their uniforms. Thank you for stopping by and please give hugs to Miss. Bee.

God Bless,
Cav Mom; Sep 22, 2010, 2:47:00 PM
Brittany said...: Love the photos! :) Congratulations to you all!; Sep 22, 2010, 10:22:00 PM
ABNPOPPA said...: A lovely bride and a wonderful couple! Many, many happy years for a wonderful couple.

PS. The Scout's mom did a pretty darn good job raising him that's for sure.

Pops; Sep 26, 2010, 8:45:00 AM
Tami said...: Pops,
Thank you. We are so very, very proud of the man that he has become.; Sep 27, 2010, 11:42:00 AM
Unknown said...: Beautiful photos!
Thanks so much for sharing!

Best wishes to the happy couple. May God bless their union and protect them both.
...oh and grandbabies for the proud mom-one day!
~AM; Nov 30, 2010, 5:25:00 AM

From my heart to God's ears

Father God~
Please send your angels of safety, love and peace to watch over our brave military men and women and please father ask them to give a extra squeeze to my Scout and Tyson, Matt G, Russ, Kyle, Mitchel, Jason, Warren, Matthew P, Josh, Chris C, Rush and the rest of the 1-89. I ask that you keep them safe, help them complete their mission and bring them all home safely. Father, I ask that you guide those in command as they make hard decisions that effect so many. I ask that you watch over the loved ones of all those in harms way and comfort those with heavy hearts.
Father, I know that without you all would be lost and I claim these request in your name. I thank you Father each time I see Scout pop up on my instant message or on his facebook because I know that at that moment all is well. And please provide termite control for their mascot Plank who gives comic relief where not much laughter is found. I will continue to give you all the glory each and every day. Amen

The Soldier's Mother Creed

"I am the mother of an American Soldier"I give my complete and unwavering support to my soldier.As my son serves the people of the United States, so I humbly offer up my prayers for his safety and the safety and health of those he serves beside. I respect his choice to adhere to a strict moral code and system of values that has preserved our great country for over two centuries.I accept that my soldier's first duty is to his country and I understand that this sacrifice he willingly makes is what keeps our nation great.I will never expect anything but the best from my soldier for I know he is capable. I know that a soldier's heart is true and strong, and that my soldier will endure. I will never abandon my soldier, my son, my love. I will love him unconditionally. he will know I am there for him, even when he is alone.I am disciplined, emotionally and mentally tough, learning to wait for phone calls and letters or emails home. I, like my soldier, am an expert. I stand ready to do what ever I can do to let my son, my soldier, know that we are here for him, beside him, we love him and I will pray for swift destruction of the enemies of our country. I am the person who stood guardian of this man who has become my soldier, now our guardian of freedom and the American way of life."I AM THE MOTHER OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER."
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Fiddler's Green

Half way down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green.
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old time canteen.
And this eternal resting place,
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

Marching past straight through to Hell,
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by Engineers,
Artillery and Marines.
For none but shades of the Cavalrymen,
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

Though some go curving down the trail,
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell,
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so goes back to drink again,
With friends again at Fiddlers' Green.