Tuesday, December 05, 2006

And I couldn't forget...

the photo of my first baby on his 12th birthday in front of the hospital where he was born.

According to his Dad, this moment is also captured on our digital recorder, including the part where he left a little bit of himself so that Germany will never forget him! I'm serious, he just doesn't react to time change well...

4 comments:

Giessenmom2 said...

WOW P, some time over the last 11 years you grew up! I am so thankful you were able to see the place it all began some twelve years ago. Looks the same other than they now have a post WW2 sign. Thank you for sharing!
Alicia

Anonymous said...

Sniffle, sniffle. P, you're so grown up!

Haline

Lizardo said...

I sure hope your dad took you to the rib castle and taught you the most important german a 12-year-old needs to survive: Ein Weissen Bier Bitte!

patjrsmom said...

They went to Fido's (fee-dough's) in Frankfurt and the boy came home with a newly acquired taste for schnitzel...but, fortunately, not for weis bier)!