A not-so-happy birthday for E

Well, we had a bit of an unpleasent suprise two days before E's birthday. He came home on Wednesday night at about 9pm and informed me that we would not have another year and a half in England like we thought, but would be moving this summer sometime. What?! I love England, it's my favorite place we've lived so far... Then he told me we had to turn in our dream sheet (preferences for our next assignment) Friday morning. Seriously, Wednesday we found out we're in this assignment cycle, and the dream sheet was due on Friday. Great. So the rest of Wednesday night and all day Thursday we were in a mad thrash of trying to figure out where we wanted to go. What was best for his career, what was best for our family, what was best for us. Usually you have weeks or months to figure this out... not hours. I know C... woe is me.

It was an unpleasant two days, and sort of ruined E's birthday celebrations. I did not take this news very well at all. I loved England. Did not want to go. Period. So a happy girl I was not, but I am an AF wife... and I can do anything. So I sucked it up and produced this very boring birthday cake anyway. Just look at his excitement!

So on Friday, many tears and much lost sleep later he put in our dream sheet. (Let's just say for the record that Del Rio was not at the top of that list... but here we are.)

The best part of his birthday actually came two days later when our British friends (she's English, he's Scottish) had us over for a Scottish dinner. He even broke out his kilt for the occasion! We had haggis, mash, sweede, and yes, even a wee dram of whisky!

The food was fantastic (yes, even the haggis... it gets a bad rap, it's actually quite good!) The company was even better. It was a bit of a bittersweet evening because it made us realize how hard leaving our friends in England was really going to be. Anyway, happy birthday E, maybe we can celebrate with haggis and Scotch next year in Del Rio!