One great thing about the Army lifestyle is the friends we meet along the way. An equally terrible thing is that eventually, we all say good-bye to each other when its time to move to the next duty station.
It seems too good to be true: our very good friends from Germany just moved less than two miles from us – our new neighborhood is their new neighborhood!
Tricia and I have been to eight countries together in the three years we’ve known each other. I think it’s funny that we just snapped our first photo together in America last week:
She and her husband Lee got here just in time to help me retrieve Fletcher from the vet and kept me company during his first week of recovery from major surgery.
Last night Big D and I corralled the dog and headed over to their house for dinner. It was just like old times: great food and drinks (potent margaritas, and we had too many!) lots of laughs, and for the first time ever: a total dessert failure!
We were trying to make these:
Messy and ugly, but they tasted great!
Today, while our dudes relaxed (read: slept off the previous night’s drinks) Tricia and I walked a few miles of the Mount Vernon Trail.
Its great to be in the same city with our friends! Who knows what trouble we’ll get into here?