At Long Last:

Way back in May when we first arrived in Falls Church so that Stefan could begin his A-100 class, my stepmother came down to lend a hand. When she came, she brought a bottle of 1989 Perrier-Jouet champagne that she and my father had been given on their wedding day. For some reason, they never drank it or used the hand-painted flutes that came with the Belle Epoch edition bottle. When she gave it to us, she suggested that we would drink it on Flag Day to celebrate our first post and the beginning of our new life.

Our first Flag Day came and we were posted to Frankfurt and while we were relieved not to have been posted somewhere completely remote and difficult to live in (easy all you hard core Foreign Service types... We will do our time. We just didn't want to do it first with an infant and a toddler and all the tension that goes along with having them), we didn't seem compelled to really celebrate in the "pop open a bottle of Champers and run around screaming and jumping up and down" kind of way. It was good, not, like, totally great. There was the whole "compound" living thing and the fact that Frankfurt is almost completely devoid of romance, but it had its advantages and we were happy. Just not 20 year old Champagne happy.

Well, I think now that our second Flag Day has come and gone, we might just crack that bottle open and run around screaming and jumping up and down because we were posted to...

BRUSSELS, Belgium!!!!

And we are very excited.