Last night, as at least 61 of you know, I posted a certain picture on Facebook of the Good News Girl ethereally perched in a tree, with a gentle breeze tousling her silky golden locks and her thoughtful gaze turned toward the camera. Or so her mother would describe it.
This picture also makes me a little sad because I see a hint of the toll this move was already beginning to take on her, and I am definitely not projecting there. Shhh, self! (Being an Army brat who turned out Perfectly Well Adjusted And Normal, Duh! I was not worried about inflicting this lifestyle on my offspring...until I had them.) It was in March just before we left Okinawa. We were stressed out, sort of reeling from a certain program's rejection (but happy to be headed back to Virginia to be near family!), living in extremely cramped quarters in the hotel and on this day were having a last play date with some friends at a playground. Wow, I seem to have gone on a bit of a tangent there, because this is my point: these are the next few pictures I took: