Monday, June 20, 2011

How Come I Love...

My husband so much?


Maybe because he's awesome at taking self portraits on vacation? Or that he loves me in spite of, or because of, my craziness?!

Houston?


Because of the hippy art?  The great park system?  Both?

America?


This is the cemetery above the beaches of Normandy.  There are almost 10,000 Americans buried here.

What's not to love?  After living in Europe and the Middle East I know now that there is no better country in the world.  And I thank God everyday I was born here.

Thank you to all the veterans who make my freedom possible, especially:

My Grandfather who did 4 years in the Army during WWII, he survived the Battle of the Bulge.
My Father who was a door gunner who survived 2 tours in Vietnam, physically not mentally.
My Sister who's division supports the Marines, she did 2 tours in Iraq.

Gracie Jane?


Who in the world could resist this? I just want to smother her with hugs!

UGH!

Katie Marie?


Oh My GOSH!  How cute are my babies?!  What's not to love!?  And she's my little shadow, always at my heal.

And together....well look at them!~

CUTE! CUTE! CUTE!


My sister...


Oh yeah, because we laugh about everything and nothing.

My life!


 Breakfast at the Chateau in France...

Switzerland...

Koh Sumui Thailand...
Vienna...
Prague...
Edinburgh...
Brussels...
Santorini...
Istanbul...
Salzburg...
Germany...

What's not to like about my life now that I'm back in the USA!?

I have a husband who loves me as much as I love him, we travel all over the world, and have jobs we like.

Life is good...really good.

2 comments:

  1. I really like your blog. What adventures you've had. Can relate to your mention of your dad. My stepfather was a door gunner in Vietnam as well! :-) http://tinyurl.com/64au22b

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  2. Thank you! I'm so glad you came over!

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