Thanks Eddie, it was the 25th Infantry Division. I got out of the Army as soon as we got home. This picture should explain my reasoning. haha. It would also explain why I have a beard and a full head of hair back in my first post in this thread. It was honestly the best night of my entire life.
Awww. What a great photo! I got a little misty eyed looking at that pic Use of Time! A heads up would have been nice! Something like, WARNING, emotional response ahead. LOL. Great photo!
Thanks! I'll give you a warning in the future. My biggest fear getting home was that Ava (daughter) wouldn't recognize me. When I had left she was an 11 month old infant and when I got home there was this walking talking kid with a ponytail. She called me daddy and came right to me like she never knew I was gone. I was so relieved.
Oh, little kids know. They know. It's part of the magic that is little kids. I don't even have any of my own and I know it.
I can't argue with you on that one. My wife deserves a lot of credit as well. She had pictures in Ava's room and made it part of her nightly routine to say goodnight to the picture and continually reinforce to her who I was.
My friend and I play a game we call "what if this was the start?" in which we make easy climbs super difficult - which usually just ends up with us hanging upside down. Like so: This new guy took our game kind of seriously, like it was an actual thing and not just us being very weird. So that was amusing.
My vertigo would probably cause me to pass out cold about, oh, halfway up that wall. How I managed to get up to the crown of the Statue of Liberty and back down to the pedestal without being carried out on a stretcher is still a mystery, but I'm happy I pulled it off. Looking out at the vast harbor and sprawling New York skyline from a height of about 300 feet was mesmerizing.
They aren't actual rocks, you know. Metal frame, plywood, paint and texture, colorful plastic shapes... It's okay, though. My coworker's excuses for not climbing are that he's "afraid of lichen" and that "6 PM is past his bedtime." I'm not sure which of those is worse.
Great shot! That's awesome. I can't imagine being away from my daughter that long. I'm glad you had a happy reunion. I don't doubt it!
Sometimes it's a bit of a bitch, but usually it's a really nice walk. That bridge also sports some pretty killer graffiti -- I'll try to remember to take some pictures of it on my way home! In the meantime, here's my nephew who is going to Cute you to death:
^He is awesome! And at 3 years old definitely inquisitive. What really blows my mind, though, is his baby brother, The Giant. Here they are together, brothers, Liam is 3 and Comac is 9 months old. They are almost the same size: Seriously, the child is a monster -- he dwarfs his mother (my big sister): And for the last of my showing off my nephews pictures of the day, this one of Liam, because it's just such a perfect example of a classic boy and dog photo:
I love the Garden of the Gods. I miss Colorado some days... My parents have finished their kitchen renovation: Well, almost. The tiles for the backsplash need to be put in, but that won't take long.