by Cheryl Burger

Created on: February 06, 2009

We were returning back to our hometown of Erie, after spending time in Killeen Texas for our only daughters birth of her first child, Ashley. What a beauty she was even at birth, she was so perfect. And as her grandma, I went to be with our daughter to help her during this time. Her daddy flew out after our grandchild was born, and we would fly back together, and this way he could see her too without missing a months worth of work. It was time for our mother and daughter time anyway, and it was my pleasure and blessing to be there for them.

The military hospital is not a place for frills, and scrubs and white jackets, they actually wear the the BDU[basic duty uniform] while tending to the new moms and other patients. They didn't even take pictures of the newborns either, and I was not going to come back to my hometown without some for my mom, she would have had a fit! So my daughter and I took her to K-Mart three days later, and had her very first portrait taken, and I bought the entire package as any proud new grandma would do of course. This consisted of wallets, and those metal frame shaped charms to put the pictures in, so I bought extra's, about ten all together. I put the tiny pictures in the frames, and put them in this small clutch purse to carry back home with me, and packed my larger bag for checked baggage. I was so tired from the new beginnings, I was now going to relax the rest of the way home, and enjoy the trip back with my husband. So this tiny little purse caused such a ruccus I could not believe it myself.

While spending time there with our daughter, we made burping towels and T-shirts, with the, announcemnet of her new bundle for me to bring back to share our joy. We hand painted the T-shirts, and April our daughter, was much better with her art skills than her mommy. Well, she made her dad a Bart Simpson shirt and me Marge, with the high blue hairdo and all. I must admit they were very "colorful" and she bet us we wouldn't wear them all the way back home. So being the crazy's her dad and I are, we took the dare, and fashioned them off throughout the Killen airport, where we had to board a small prop-plane that took us to Dallas Fort Worth, for our connection back to Erie. People were looking at us, and we played it up even more. As we were trying to get people to say funny things and they did. The shirts and our attitudes made people want to talk to us, we were having such fun.

We now were at the Dallas airport and we had to go through security,

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