Marvelous Monday

It's my first post.

I write them all the time in my head; words and phrases and paragraphs to share with you who I love most all the new experiences I'm having. Sir (that would be the Lt. Colonel, aka my husband, aka Chaplain B) has heard me say a hundred times in the past three months "Oh, I need to blog about this!" But of course there is always the tyranny of the urgent, and I thought I'd better get everything done before I began. Turns out, you can go 51 years and never get caught up if you're me. Right now the household goods are more or less in place, the curtains are bought but not exactly up on the windows yet, the rugs are here but not exactly unrolled onto the gosh-I-need-to-mop-those-again floors, and I'm happily perched on my slightly lumpy Ikea denim sofa, figuring out how to blog, figuring out how to move pictures from a German phone onto an American computer, and figuring out how to begin. Which idea deserves the "honor" of first blog? Do any of them?

My plan has been to share and have a record of the funny, fascinating and just plain odd stuff I seem to trip over as one who is learning to live in another country. The people I'll talk about will have little blog names to protect their thinly veiled privacy.

As noted above, the hubs will be Sir. I love hearing people call him that as we walk around the army post. He has worked so hard and so humbly for 24 years, loving soldiers to Christ, making lives better, listening to oh-so-many tragic stories and praying faithfully for these folks. I think he deserves the "sirs" he gets, so that's what I'll call him here. It makes me smile.

My Girl is....my girl. God blessed me over 21 years ago with a sassy, gorgeous, smart, funny, funny creature who changed everything I ever knew about love. The moment she arrived I transformed from meek to one who knew she'd kill to protect her young. Anyone who is a mom knows exactly what I'm talking about.

The Mommies. Best friends a girl could have - all back in South Carolina, all so welcoming every time I come home - they make me feel like I never left, and I am so happy to love them. With their permission, I'll refer to them by their first initials. Except I'm still trying to figure out what to do about the fact that there are three Js.

I think I've exhausted your attention span for the day, so I'll leave you with my first attempt at posting a photo. This is the Zugspitze - the highest peak in Germany. I'll tell you more about it on Travel Tuesday, which will be followed by Wordy Wednesday (don't worry, it won't be what you're thinking - it's going to be a new German vocabulary word each week till I can learn to speak it!). I'm still thinking about what to do on Thursdays and Fridays. Suggestions?