In lieu of a Christmas letter, we've started this site which we will hopefully keep up with throughout the year. So, I'll just start from the beginning.
January through June: A blur, little sleep, lots of coffee, confusion as to what day it was... Mark was at Weapons School in Las Vegas which started when Reagan was 2 weeks old. I would describe Weapon's school as grad school for fighter pilots. After successful completion, a graduate wears a special patch on their uniform for the rest of their career. I understand it to be a big deal, hence the title BP.
Reagan and I stayed in Florida and were much appreciative of my mother's visit shortly after Mark left and again with my sister and father several weeks later. I continued with school and work without much sleep. I'm not implying that Mark was living the good life. There is no way I would've traded places with him, even if I could fly a jet. Anyway, we made it through with several flights to Las Vegas and a couple to South Dakota.
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