ch-ch-CHANGE. In nine days my son will deploy to Iraq. February 28 is the last day of this cold month. It is my baby brothers birthday. I will welcome March and warmer temps. I celebrate the life and health of my brother David. But I wish that day would never come, and I could blink my eyes, wiggle my nose and click my heels to fast forward to one year from now when he returns home with that HUGE smile and his ginormous shoulders to wrap a hard hug back on me. Besides, remember One Son...you owe me a dance!! In the meantime, we will be rebuilding, remodeling, and redecorating Heritage Haus, and be back in business. and nine inches later, my hair is springy, bouncy and healthy again; still grey all the way!! and Sgt Broughton, I will save you a space on my dance card.















