Left hanging...

I am now into my fifth month back but I just looked at the calendar and noticed that a year ago today, I hugged my two boys and my wife Monica before getting on that plane to Mississippi to begin my training. I did not let them come into the airport with me as I did not want to prolong the inevitable. I remember having to pull away from my wife, grabbing my gear and heading into the terminal. I looked back to see her wiping the tears from eyes and cheeks, turn and get into the truck. I could make out the outline of my boys heads and faces, looking into their laps, thinking about, I don't know what. I looked to the front seat and I could see my wife, crying, her shoulders shaking. I turned and got in line. I glanced back one more time to see them drive away. And although I was still in El Paso, I already felt like I was on the other side of the world. Isolated, alone. It was a feeling that I would not get rid of for almost nine months.

But now, things are starting to feel more normal. The boys have adjusted to having me around. Monica and I are doing and I can't recall a time in our relationship where we have laughed and enjoyed eachother as much as we are now. And then there is Izabella. What can I tell you? She has introduced me to a layer of this world. of me, that I never knew existed. Life is richer, colors are brighter, etc. etc.

I have started to feel more and more like myself at work and more importantly, when I am on my own. I am still drawing and hoping to get a couple of murals going real soon. I picked up a side job working as a personal trainer. We moved into OUR new home. (We just got tired of renting!) So really, even though I have a way to go, life is damn good right now.

My PC took a dump but I will be posting some new pics soon!

Thanks and God Bless.