HOLD ME BACK, Y’ALL!
This blog is in serious risk of turning 100% B.A.B.Y. and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Actually, I feel fine because its my blog and my baby and I could talk about him all day long…. But there are other things I’d like to remember from living here, plus I know I have at least two friends from back home who read this and are like, “Babies straight up scare me.” So, I’d rather not bore them altogether 😉
Also, almost all photos posted now have zero editing done. SOOC, people. Sorry if they suck. <—-Why do people who blog feel the need to apologize for less than professional photos? I don’t know. But there it is. Some are iPhone, some are camera. I’m sure you all care.
I remember when someone would talk about going to “the city” and that meant (in my life) Denver, or San Francisco, or later it was D.C. All of those very fine, beautiful cities; all of those I’d still be thrilled to go into at any time, never losing the sense of excitement (unless there’s traffic involved…D.C. I’m looking at you…). Now, “the city” is *Stockholm* (sing that as you say it), and it’s still a little unbelievable.
Humble brag: we got to hang with the Marine One (you know, the uniformed Marine who escorts the big guy on and off the helo that you see in all the pictures). Am I the only person who thinks that’s cool? Whatever. I’m HMX-1’s number one fan and I can’t hide it.
The best parts of this day were seeing our friends, spending a day in Stockholm, and realizing just what GENTLEMEN those Marines are. Man, do I miss being around that caliber of men.
Unless its Sunday brunch after an epic night at a bar. I’ve heard stories that should never be repeated, always remain anonymous, and still make me chuckle (ashamedly) when remembering them. God bless the US Marine Corps, haha.