We missed you Daddy!!!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Christmas in Iraq
Wow, 77 degrees on Christmas day who would of thought. How do you like my elf hat complete with my Airborne and Air Assault wings. SSG Kolar appointed himself Santa.
Monday, December 15, 2008
the latest
Sorry to all for the length of time between my last posts but a lot has happened. I went home for R and R leave on the 21st of November, well I guess I should say I left Iraq on the 21st but didn't actually make it home until 73 hours later. Most of the delay had to do with aircraft problems both in Kuwait and then again in Germany. I guess the group of soldiers one day ahead of us in Kuwait had aircraft problems and were delayed which led to them getting our airplane and us having to wait for theirs to be fixed. Once in Leipzig Germany we again had technical problems and had to spend about 16 hours hanging out in the little terminal. We did get some good German food that but that was about the extent of the excitement. Once in the air, we stopped again in Atlanta to clear U.S. Customs again and drop off all who were lucky enough to live east of the Mississippi. We flew from Atlanta to DFW and then I had about 30 minutes to catch the next plane to SLC where I met up with Liz, Jacob, my mom, and Eric. After not seeing Jacob for nearly 8 months, he looked very different to me. As I held him for the first time, I was excited that he was not afraid or uneasy with me and his attention went immediately to my Airborne and Air Assault badges, which he tried to pull off. We had Thanksgiving with my family in Ephraim, which was nice and made a trip to Las Vegas more or less out of tradition, which kind of sucks that I have a traditional thing to do on R and R from Iraq. Living with Jacob took some getting used to for me but the time for us to bond was very nice to have if only for 15 days. I was surprised to see that given a houseful of toys, his favorite things to play with are the hanging blinds and the dog's water bowl, which we clean much more often now. I got to be home for the first real snow storm but it was not big enough for me to do my favorite winter activity, snow blowing. I did start it up to make sure it works well for Liz. Just as I was getting used to the 10 or 11 hour time change it seemed like it was time to come back. Saying goodbye always sucks but I got through it and on the plane headed back for Iraq on the 10th of December. Stepping off the plane in DFW an elderly man came up to shake my hand and I noticed that he was wearing the Congressional Medal of Honor around his neck. He introduced himself and briefly told me his story of being a helicopter pilot in Vietnam and told me the name of his character in the movie "We were Soldiers". Meeting him kind of made my problems seem small. This man is the second Medal of Honor recipient I have personally shook hands with, not too bad considering that there are only 99 alive today. Traveling back to Iraq only took 40 hours as opposed to the 73 to get home. Leipzig was freezing cold and so was Kuwait if you can believe it. I have now been back for a few days and am in the worst part of the deployment. At least this time, I only have about 90 days to go. I'm still wide awake at 0200 in the morning and then feel like I need to sleep by 1600. Oh well, it should only take about a week or so. Christmas season is in full swing out here and it seems to just depress me. I hate the stupid little messages on the American Forces TV Network from this or that celebrity.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Two days in Ashraf
I just returned from a two day visit to a little FOB called FOB Grizzly or what we call "Ashraf" named after the closest Iraqi village. The reason I went out there is that all the clinical work being done there by our prevention team is being conducted under my LCSW license so I thought I'd better check out the operation. Wednesday morning I went to the helicopter terminal and was told that "we've had incident" this morning that the flights might be delayed. Soon my name was called and we boarded the Blackhawk and took off. As soon as we were airborne, I saw the incident that they were referring to. One of the F-16 fighters had gone off track and was sitting out in the dirt between two of the runways. Emergency vehicles were present but the fighter jet did not look damaged. It looked kind of funny just sitting there in the weeds and dirt with its canopy open. Not sure what happened, maybe the pilot took decided to take a turn when he should have gone straight. Anyway, we made it to Ashraf, which is east of Balad and only a handful of miles from the Iranian border. I met CPT Volpe, an occupational therapist who we have been sending out there but due to his license, he needs supervision. Not much was going on and out there and I remember everything being quiet. No jets or helicopters constantly flying overhead. We saw one or two patients and the doctor in the TMC out there seemed to enjoy having us. We did find someone who was not doing well and for some reason was on Trazadone and Seroquel as well as a few others. We decided to take him back with us and enter him into our fitness program where the psychiatrists can check him out. I flew back last night and arrived at about 2100. All in all it was a very quiet and somewhat boring two days.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Fwd: You and me photo at warhorse
Subject: You and me photo at warhorse
To: Rhett Larsen <rhett315@gmail.com>, "CSC Larsen, Rhett C CPT 1835th MED DET" <rhett.larsen@iraq.centcom.mil>
Here is the photo of the two of us. Take care and enjoy your mid-tour leave.
Bryan
correction
after some intense scrutiny from myself and teammates, I realized that the picture I just posted is of me and SGT Freeland taken by MAJ Shea. Sorry
Happy Veteran's Day
Just want to take a moment to say thank you to Rhett and every brave serviceman and woman who has taken the oath, put on the uniform, and stood for our Country. It is with great pride I support Rhett in his Military Career. There are times I hate this deployment and the separation but am so proud of what Rhett is doing. He comes from a long line of military service and I know he continues this legacy with honor. Thank You!!!
Me and Bryan Shea on the flight into Iraq
discharge form the Army Reserve sent me this picture of he and I in
the C-130 on our way from Kuwait to Iraq in May of 2008. I'm not sure
who took the picture as I am obviously not looking at the camera and
Bryan is busy taking a picture of himself. He reads this blog now
from his home in up state New York. Good luck with civilian life
Bryan. After three deployments and more crazy problems with the Army
system than any Platoon of soldiers should have, you deserve to be
home.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
How do I spell Relief? It starts with an "O"
I never thought I would feel as confident as I do now that I may not
have to come back to Iraq for a third time. It finally feels like
people have come to their senses. I guess to a degree we are all one
issue people and for me that issue has been the war in Iraq. It's
hard to see my life turned upside down for so long due to other
people's decisions. What's worse is to see how it affects my wife and
son who did not "volunteer" for this. Some times I hear the
incredibly insensitive comment of "well, he joined the Army, what did
he expect" and have almost felt pity toward those who say it as they
must be so out of touch with the sacrifice of our armed forces
families. On a lighter note, our Battalion is ordering T-shirts and
for the first time I was presented with the challenge of ordering not
just the usual one large for me and one medium for Liz. This time I
ordered a youth extra small too for little Jacob. I will be proud to
see him wearing his 56th Multi-Functional Medical Battalion Operation
Iraqi Freedom t-shirt complete with the "AIRBORNE" wings on the back.
I only have two weeks or so until I go home for R and R and couldn't
be more excited. Thanks to Liz, Mom, and Sandi for regular packages
and email all the way through this horrible ordeal. I also got a
couple letters from the Olsen Boys recently and sure appreciate the
time they put into it. Frank's postcards have also been an
appreciated regular occurrence.
have to come back to Iraq for a third time. It finally feels like
people have come to their senses. I guess to a degree we are all one
issue people and for me that issue has been the war in Iraq. It's
hard to see my life turned upside down for so long due to other
people's decisions. What's worse is to see how it affects my wife and
son who did not "volunteer" for this. Some times I hear the
incredibly insensitive comment of "well, he joined the Army, what did
he expect" and have almost felt pity toward those who say it as they
must be so out of touch with the sacrifice of our armed forces
families. On a lighter note, our Battalion is ordering T-shirts and
for the first time I was presented with the challenge of ordering not
just the usual one large for me and one medium for Liz. This time I
ordered a youth extra small too for little Jacob. I will be proud to
see him wearing his 56th Multi-Functional Medical Battalion Operation
Iraqi Freedom t-shirt complete with the "AIRBORNE" wings on the back.
I only have two weeks or so until I go home for R and R and couldn't
be more excited. Thanks to Liz, Mom, and Sandi for regular packages
and email all the way through this horrible ordeal. I also got a
couple letters from the Olsen Boys recently and sure appreciate the
time they put into it. Frank's postcards have also been an
appreciated regular occurrence.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Taji/Rain/no Blackhawks
Well here I am stuck on another little jump I made. This time I am
back in Taji, the place where I started this God Awful deployment. I
came down with the Commander, the FOO representative, which is a story
for another time, COL House, a psychiatrist from Denver and the
Sergeant Major. The flight down was good and we were easily able to
accomplish all we came down to do, which consisted of purchasing some
items for the clinic here as well as work on some personnel issues
that have come up. Not sure I'm liking this XO (Executive Officer)
stuff. Following the completion of our business, we toured around the
base here and we also went over to the Iraqi side, which was kind of
cool. The Iraqi soldiers over there all wanted their pictures taken
with us. So we pack up and drive down to the PAX terminal for our
Blackhawk ride back to Balad only to find out that we were on weather
hold due to the dust. We waited and waited and were being told that
the mission is going to launch and that we would be able to make it
back to Balad. Well, what they say and what actually happens is
usually two different things entirely. After seven full hours of
waiting we were finally informed that our mission was cancelled. We
wearily made it back to the Taji clinic where we crashed at around
0300 this morning. Today we woke up and attempted another escape from
Taji only to find out that rainy season was starting this very day.
It rained and rained until the gravel and dirt parking lots were
nothing but lakes and there was the typical Iraqi mud that lasts until
March and guess what, no Blackhawks tonight either. As of this
posting, I'm still on weather hold and suffering from a bad attitude.
back in Taji, the place where I started this God Awful deployment. I
came down with the Commander, the FOO representative, which is a story
for another time, COL House, a psychiatrist from Denver and the
Sergeant Major. The flight down was good and we were easily able to
accomplish all we came down to do, which consisted of purchasing some
items for the clinic here as well as work on some personnel issues
that have come up. Not sure I'm liking this XO (Executive Officer)
stuff. Following the completion of our business, we toured around the
base here and we also went over to the Iraqi side, which was kind of
cool. The Iraqi soldiers over there all wanted their pictures taken
with us. So we pack up and drive down to the PAX terminal for our
Blackhawk ride back to Balad only to find out that we were on weather
hold due to the dust. We waited and waited and were being told that
the mission is going to launch and that we would be able to make it
back to Balad. Well, what they say and what actually happens is
usually two different things entirely. After seven full hours of
waiting we were finally informed that our mission was cancelled. We
wearily made it back to the Taji clinic where we crashed at around
0300 this morning. Today we woke up and attempted another escape from
Taji only to find out that rainy season was starting this very day.
It rained and rained until the gravel and dirt parking lots were
nothing but lakes and there was the typical Iraqi mud that lasts until
March and guess what, no Blackhawks tonight either. As of this
posting, I'm still on weather hold and suffering from a bad attitude.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Ramadi/TQ/Chrome 30
SSG Kolar myself and SPC Dougherty set out to meet with our Infantry
escort back from Ramadi to TQ on Friday. SSG Kolar and I had finished
our command visit and we were escorting SPC Dougherty as she was going
on her mid-tour leave. We got all our gear on and were walking the
mile or so to the 125 (one, two, Five) Infantry. As were were almost
to our destination, I turned my ankle and went down, IBA, Backpack,
M-16 and all. After a quick assessment I realized that nothing was
really hurt but my pride. After this, we met our convoy escort, were
briefed on the route we would be taking and then loaded up in the MRAP
and hit the road back to TQ. Once at TQ we tried to sign up for space
A flights back to Balad and we were told that one would be flying
there Friday night at about 2330. We sat around TQ all that day and
were waiting with all our gear at the airstrip at around mid-night.
Two Marine Osprey's came in shortly after midnight and they were
really cool to watch. Then came the Marine Chinooks that were
supposed to be our ride back to Balad but for some reason none of us
made the cut as they cancelled the Balad mission. We were told to
check back in at 0700 the next morning. After another night in TQ we
checked the Marine flight desk the next morning and were told that we
were confirmed on a C-130 flight that night at 2330. Finally at
around midnight on Sunday morning we boarded Chrome 30, our C-130
flight back to Balad. No sooner had we boarded the flight than the
load master asked for two volunteers to sit in the cockpit. No one
was jumping up very fast so I stepped up and volunteered and it was
quite possible the coolest experience in my military career. I was
seated directly behind the pilot and co-pilot and right next to the
navigator and was hooked in to the audio system. Listening to the
pilots talk to the other aircraft, each other, and the towers in the
combat zone was very cool. First we landed at another Marine base
called Al Asad and after almost being taken out by a couple of
Osprey's we took off for the 20 minute flight to Balad. As we swooped
in on our final approach, called a combat landing there were all these
alarms going off in the cock pit and the two pilots had a quick debate
over which runway we were to land on. As I was getting off the plan I
thanked the two pilots, who graciously said "no problem and be careful
down there sir." All in all it was a good trip, five hour convoy
through Fallujah and 50 hour wait in TQ included. We arrived home to
our little CHU at 0300 on Sunday Morning. After three hours of sleep
I was back to work on Sunday and then later that night I did my
overnight clinic coverage at the Patriot Mental Health Clinic.
escort back from Ramadi to TQ on Friday. SSG Kolar and I had finished
our command visit and we were escorting SPC Dougherty as she was going
on her mid-tour leave. We got all our gear on and were walking the
mile or so to the 125 (one, two, Five) Infantry. As were were almost
to our destination, I turned my ankle and went down, IBA, Backpack,
M-16 and all. After a quick assessment I realized that nothing was
really hurt but my pride. After this, we met our convoy escort, were
briefed on the route we would be taking and then loaded up in the MRAP
and hit the road back to TQ. Once at TQ we tried to sign up for space
A flights back to Balad and we were told that one would be flying
there Friday night at about 2330. We sat around TQ all that day and
were waiting with all our gear at the airstrip at around mid-night.
Two Marine Osprey's came in shortly after midnight and they were
really cool to watch. Then came the Marine Chinooks that were
supposed to be our ride back to Balad but for some reason none of us
made the cut as they cancelled the Balad mission. We were told to
check back in at 0700 the next morning. After another night in TQ we
checked the Marine flight desk the next morning and were told that we
were confirmed on a C-130 flight that night at 2330. Finally at
around midnight on Sunday morning we boarded Chrome 30, our C-130
flight back to Balad. No sooner had we boarded the flight than the
load master asked for two volunteers to sit in the cockpit. No one
was jumping up very fast so I stepped up and volunteered and it was
quite possible the coolest experience in my military career. I was
seated directly behind the pilot and co-pilot and right next to the
navigator and was hooked in to the audio system. Listening to the
pilots talk to the other aircraft, each other, and the towers in the
combat zone was very cool. First we landed at another Marine base
called Al Asad and after almost being taken out by a couple of
Osprey's we took off for the 20 minute flight to Balad. As we swooped
in on our final approach, called a combat landing there were all these
alarms going off in the cock pit and the two pilots had a quick debate
over which runway we were to land on. As I was getting off the plan I
thanked the two pilots, who graciously said "no problem and be careful
down there sir." All in all it was a good trip, five hour convoy
through Fallujah and 50 hour wait in TQ included. We arrived home to
our little CHU at 0300 on Sunday Morning. After three hours of sleep
I was back to work on Sunday and then later that night I did my
overnight clinic coverage at the Patriot Mental Health Clinic.
I have a date (or at least a date range)
I heard from Rhett when he will be coming home on his 2 week leave. He will be here late November and I am so excited to see him. I am sure the next few weeks will be the longest weeks of his deployment. We will try to see everyone but I am just going to have him relax and spend time with us. Here are some pictures of the last time we were together. Jacob was so little and has changed so much. I can't wait to get new pics of Jacob and Daddy!!!!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Ar Ramadi
Hello all, I am writing from Ar Ramadi where myself and SSG Kolar have
traveled to make a visit to one of our teams. As usual, the travel
here was no pick nick. We started in Balad by making a C-130 flight
to a Marine air base called TQ. The flight only took 20 minutes but
we didn't get off the plane until 0300 this morning. TQ is a very
rustic-looking (sand and dirt everywhere, shabby buildings, hesco
barriers for protection) base almost exclusively inhabited by the
Marines. Once there, SSG Kolar and I made an attempt to sleep in a
large open area of bunk beds that smelled badly probably due to five
years of sweaty guys sleeping on the same matresses. We actually
slept for about 2 hours and then got up and readied ourselves for what
we thought was going to be a quick convoy to Ramadi. We were to meet
up with 125 Infantry at 1000 and then role from there to Ramadi and we
were supposed to arrive around 1100. Once we met our friends from the
Infantry, we were informed that we were making a slightly longer trip
than we had expected. We were apparently going to Falujah to pick up
some extra people who needed to go to some little JSS (joint security
station) in Ramadi and then we would end up at Ar Ramadi about an hour
and a half later. The drive to Falujah was pretty cool, what with the
sights of a blown and shot up city attempting to rejoin civilization.
In addition, it was in the middle of the day so that means lots of
civilian traffic. I took lots of pictures and movies that I'll try to
upload for all to see but honestly, it will blow your mind. Once we
arrived in Falujah we noticed that our MRAP (the mine resistant,
ambush protected vehicles that we have to ride in thanks to Joe Biden
that really are very nice) had run over a .50 cal round and that the
round had exploded and flattened one of our 6 tires. Our delay at
Camp falujah happened to be right around lunch time so SSG Kolar and I
jokingly talked about going to Falujah for lunch. Lunch was good and
after changing two tires weighing over 400 pounds we were back on the
road to Ramad. The trip to Ramadi was uneventful but all in all the
convoy lasted over 5 hours and my tailbone really hurt. I plan to
stay a few days here and will then make the trip in reverse back to
Balad. I'm sure I'll have lots more to report.
traveled to make a visit to one of our teams. As usual, the travel
here was no pick nick. We started in Balad by making a C-130 flight
to a Marine air base called TQ. The flight only took 20 minutes but
we didn't get off the plane until 0300 this morning. TQ is a very
rustic-looking (sand and dirt everywhere, shabby buildings, hesco
barriers for protection) base almost exclusively inhabited by the
Marines. Once there, SSG Kolar and I made an attempt to sleep in a
large open area of bunk beds that smelled badly probably due to five
years of sweaty guys sleeping on the same matresses. We actually
slept for about 2 hours and then got up and readied ourselves for what
we thought was going to be a quick convoy to Ramadi. We were to meet
up with 125 Infantry at 1000 and then role from there to Ramadi and we
were supposed to arrive around 1100. Once we met our friends from the
Infantry, we were informed that we were making a slightly longer trip
than we had expected. We were apparently going to Falujah to pick up
some extra people who needed to go to some little JSS (joint security
station) in Ramadi and then we would end up at Ar Ramadi about an hour
and a half later. The drive to Falujah was pretty cool, what with the
sights of a blown and shot up city attempting to rejoin civilization.
In addition, it was in the middle of the day so that means lots of
civilian traffic. I took lots of pictures and movies that I'll try to
upload for all to see but honestly, it will blow your mind. Once we
arrived in Falujah we noticed that our MRAP (the mine resistant,
ambush protected vehicles that we have to ride in thanks to Joe Biden
that really are very nice) had run over a .50 cal round and that the
round had exploded and flattened one of our 6 tires. Our delay at
Camp falujah happened to be right around lunch time so SSG Kolar and I
jokingly talked about going to Falujah for lunch. Lunch was good and
after changing two tires weighing over 400 pounds we were back on the
road to Ramad. The trip to Ramadi was uneventful but all in all the
convoy lasted over 5 hours and my tailbone really hurt. I plan to
stay a few days here and will then make the trip in reverse back to
Balad. I'm sure I'll have lots more to report.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
30 year setback for PTSD in the military
Wow! One potential First Lady sets military mental health progress
back at least 30 years.
below is the web address and an excerpt from an interview between
Marie Claire magazine and Cindy McCain. When questioned about her
husband's potential PTSD symptoms, rather than take the opportunity to
educate an arguably apathetic populace, Mrs McCain responds with:
back at least 30 years.
below is the web address and an excerpt from an interview between
Marie Claire magazine and Cindy McCain. When questioned about her
husband's potential PTSD symptoms, rather than take the opportunity to
educate an arguably apathetic populace, Mrs McCain responds with:
http://www.marieclaire.com/world/news/cindy-mccain-interview-election?click=main_sr
MC: But no cold sweats in the middle of the night?
CM: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. My husband, he'd be the first one to tell
you that he was trained to do what he was doing. The guys who had the
trouble were the 18-year-olds who were drafted. He was trained, he
went to the Naval Academy, he was a trained United States naval
officer, and so he knew what he was doing.
So, I guess that PTSD only affects those who are 18 and drafted into
military service or at least not graduates of the U.S. Naval Academy
at Annapolis. Gee I'm no expert but...well I have done two tours in
Iraq as a mental health provider credentialed by the army...maybe I am
an expert...her comments certainly don't match what I have
experienced. Anyone looking for more than just cute pictures of Jacob
could visit the following non partisan websites for information on
issued that affect us combat veterans:
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Happy Halloween
Want to share some of the cutest pictures of Jacob. Last weekend we went to Portrait Innovations for his 9 month old pictures and his halloween pics. They do a fantastic job, are affordable, and work to get him to smile. Its so hard to narrow it down from 70+. Jacob has begun furniture surfing and I have removed all tables, house decor, and anything else he might be able to reach. How is it that at 27in boy can reach so much???
latest
Thank you to all for the birthday wishes and packages. I think I
actually heard from nearly everyone. I was taking the day off on my
birthday but went in around mail call time to find that three packages
had arrived for me actually on my birthday. Funny thing was that
everyone must have thought they were going to be late as all the cards
said things like "sorry this is late." Special thanks goes to Liz and
Jacob for the great package and wonderful cards. It's really touching
to see a card from Jacob addressed to: Daddy even though it is in
Liz's handwriting. Also, my mom sent me a great box full of treats
and other things. Kevin and Anna Olsen and boys sent me a box that
was much appreciated. In addition, Sandi sent me a box that had an
audio book just in time for me as I had just finished the one I was
listening to. Eric, Kim and Alix sent a box too...not sure what I'll
do with all this stuff but I can't thank you all enough. In addition
to the boxes, I received email from Elder Larsen, Carrie Cox, Sandi,
my mom, Liz, Liz's friend Molly, the Patty's, Mindy, and Shayla from
work. As if all this wasn't enough, I keep getting post cards from
Frank, which I appreciate. My birthday was going good until I
received word that as the interim commander of the 1835th I was being
summoned to brief the Battalion Commander that afternoon regarding my
plans for the embed event with the New York Times. The briefing went
well.
actually heard from nearly everyone. I was taking the day off on my
birthday but went in around mail call time to find that three packages
had arrived for me actually on my birthday. Funny thing was that
everyone must have thought they were going to be late as all the cards
said things like "sorry this is late." Special thanks goes to Liz and
Jacob for the great package and wonderful cards. It's really touching
to see a card from Jacob addressed to: Daddy even though it is in
Liz's handwriting. Also, my mom sent me a great box full of treats
and other things. Kevin and Anna Olsen and boys sent me a box that
was much appreciated. In addition, Sandi sent me a box that had an
audio book just in time for me as I had just finished the one I was
listening to. Eric, Kim and Alix sent a box too...not sure what I'll
do with all this stuff but I can't thank you all enough. In addition
to the boxes, I received email from Elder Larsen, Carrie Cox, Sandi,
my mom, Liz, Liz's friend Molly, the Patty's, Mindy, and Shayla from
work. As if all this wasn't enough, I keep getting post cards from
Frank, which I appreciate. My birthday was going good until I
received word that as the interim commander of the 1835th I was being
summoned to brief the Battalion Commander that afternoon regarding my
plans for the embed event with the New York Times. The briefing went
well.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Happy Birthday
Just want to wish Rhett a Happy Birthday. I know with the 9 hour time change his birthday is almost over but its just starting for us. Rhett received 3 birthday packages today one from me, his mom and Anna and Kevin. Thank you for remembering him today. I just want to share my favorite 10 things about him:
10. he will take me out for mexican food anytime I am having a craving (which is a lot so it is a sacrifice to eat so much mexican food)
9. he is so dang smart (summa cum laude and 3.9 gpa in grad school)
8. he is one of the most honest and honorable men I know
7. he is a hard worker. Rhett works full time and helps around the house
6. he is an awesome cook. Whoever gets home first starts dinner. hmmm why am i always late?
5. he loves his family and honors the traditions of his heritage
4. he listens to my venting and irrational thoughts with a calm manner like any good therapist does and helps me see both sides of an issue
3. he supports and encourages me in my pursuits as a career woman, wife and mom
2. he is an awesome dad to Jacob
1. he loves me and together we can survive anything!!
Happy Birthday Honey!!!!!
10. he will take me out for mexican food anytime I am having a craving (which is a lot so it is a sacrifice to eat so much mexican food)
9. he is so dang smart (summa cum laude and 3.9 gpa in grad school)
8. he is one of the most honest and honorable men I know
7. he is a hard worker. Rhett works full time and helps around the house
6. he is an awesome cook. Whoever gets home first starts dinner. hmmm why am i always late?
5. he loves his family and honors the traditions of his heritage
4. he listens to my venting and irrational thoughts with a calm manner like any good therapist does and helps me see both sides of an issue
3. he supports and encourages me in my pursuits as a career woman, wife and mom
2. he is an awesome dad to Jacob
1. he loves me and together we can survive anything!!
Happy Birthday Honey!!!!!
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