Travel Day

7:24 a.m. (Germany time): It is o’dark thirty, and I’m operating on about 90 minutes of sleep. But all our bags are packed, and we are at the airport on time, just waiting for the baggage drop to open. And THEN we are on our way to America for the first time (as a family) in nearly four years.

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This is 36

So this is me now. This is 36.

Once again, I was spoiled in celebration of my birth, although everything was much more subdued compared to last year’s “Best Weekend Ever.”

When I woke up, the kids brought me breakfast in bed. Miss C and our nanny Wynter lovingly prepared a diabetic-friendly breakfast tray of eggs and toast, beautifully granished with flowers from our garden. There was a birthday card, too, full of messages from everyone in our house. Continue reading

Random Acts of Kindness

After a rough start this morning, I probably had three consecutive meltdowns while trying to find parking this morning. It’s impossible to find parking near my work on a normal day, but someone somehow thought it a GREAT idea to hold a massive bazaar attracting crowds of people in the middle of a construction zone on a work day, making the parking issue SO MUCH WORSE. Continue reading

Wynter is Here

In the span of three months, Martin started his job which requires him to travel for weeks at a time, the kids’ music lessons and social lives took off, I completed six college classes while working full time and dealing with all that first trimester fun, on top of the normal household chaos that included a broken dryer the housing folks refused to repair for 10 weeks. (They finally caved and replaced it!)

Just as I was about to lose my sanity, THIS girl arrived.

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Friends Forever

Our friend Lia snapped this photo last night after we had dinner with her family. Lia was first my father’s friend through their professional network. When I got assigned to Aviano, she became our friend, as well as my own work colleague as we worked right down the hall from each other. She also stepped up as our “honorary Italian grandma” during my pregnancy with Miss C. She adored our baby girl, and took care of us right up until we left for our next assignment in Washington DC. Continue reading