Building on the irony of finding out I’d been accepted into the Air Force the same week we found out about Joaquin, my last night in California before leaving for COT just happened to be Susan’s birthday. We of course had known about this for weeks, but it was still a tough day all around. I tried my best to not be preoccupied with getting everything in order for my departure, but the reality of my leaving hung over everything like a fog.
Nevertheless, we soldiered on. (Pun intended!) After waking up hungry, we raced to our favorite weekend breakfast-burrito spot, Lucky Boy, to get some breakfast. Some of you have experienced Lucky Boy with us before. For those of you who haven’t, your life is incomplete. The ingredients are nothing novel, but the proportions are perfect and the portions are HUGE. It’s two fistfuls of bacon, eggs, hash browns and cheesy goodness. Below is a picture. When Joaquin was a newborn, we took his photo next to one of these bad boys and I think it was bigger than him. If I find that photo, I’ll post that one too so that you can see I’m not exaggerating.
With that, it was off to bed. I’ve got an early wake-up call for a flight to Alabama tomorrow.