The Best Day of Your Life

I'm tempted to say, the last day of high school. Or when I got my driver's license.

Mine would be the day I became a member of Kappa Kappa Psi!

The easy answer was when my first son was born, or the second when we did not know if it would be a boy or a girl and i saw the bean bag again... :happy:


but other then that after college my friends and I back packed through Europe and the best of those days was spent exploring Pompeii during the day and the evening with a couple of Italian girls on the rock beach of Sorrento with a couple bottles of wine

When I was having a troubled pregnancy and heard the baby's heartbeat! But nothing could beat the the days my boys were born! Aww I was so in love, still am !!!!

Mine was the day my daughter was born. I had spent the previous 9 months NOT wanting this suprise child. I was in my late 30s and had three boys, the last one four years earlier. I was, for lack of a better term, a miserable f@ck.

We went into the OR, for the scheduled Cesarean, and I was feeling a little guilty, and possibly very superstitious that my bad attitude would make this baby abnormal or something even worse. Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck, adjusting what I could reach and generally making a nuisance of myself to the point where I was escorted out of the OR before the baby was born. Talk about a raging lunatic!! The Cesarean proceeded without incident, I was allowed back in just in time for me to be handed my newest baby, a pale little girl with RED hair!! She was awake and looked up at me with those big, dark infant eyes, and, well, I didn't even feel her wrapping me around her tiny little finger. Suddenly, life would never be the same for me. She literally saved my life, because a little girl can't have a father who does stupid stuff, he needs to be around to clean the shotgun when the boys come around..

It's been 8 years now, and I'm still wrapped tightly around her little Disney Princess/Tomboy finger.

Mine would be the day I became a member of Kappa Kappa Psi!

What was so good about that day? How did you feel?

That day was a culmination of so much hard work in an organization supporting my favourite activity - Band! I was very proud to receive my membership pin because it was the first thing i'd ever done both or myself and others. This organization taught me SELF RESPECT as well as hard work and respect for others! I now have a network all over the United States of Brothers that I've never even met bit I know will offer me room and board if I need it. I feel safe and warm with these people!
I guess another awesome day, besides graduating university, was when I received my Life Time Membership!

I got another one!
In late October of last year, my 20 year old son called me from Afghanistan. (US Army, Airborne, Engineer, Medic) This is my tough, badass son. His unit in Afghanistan was responsible for making sure the roads were clear and safe, looking for and eliminating IEDs, that sort of thing. He related to me how while on a mission, they had stopped to investigate a suspected explosive in the middle of the road. Part of the medic's job is when the convoy stops is to set up a likely casualty treatment area. While setting the area up with a fellow medic, a second explosive device, hidden in the area of the treatment area went off. My son was back at the vehicle getting some gear, but his buddy was killed, and another seriously wounded. He was almost in tears and difficult to understand at times as he spoke. "Dad," he said, "I had to pick up the pieces of my friend!" That phrase haunts me now. We talked for a little while longer, and he regained his composure, transforming back into the warrior that he had become. We hung up, with promises to talk again soon, but no promises on dates or times, because of the nature of combat operations. I didn't speak to him again, only getting quick emails, they were extremely busy, and he had no time, but he would call as soon as possible, and that he would be home from his year long deployment soon. Back to the constant worry and scanning the news and internet for word or a glimpse of my son. Didn't sleep for a year.
New Years Day, I open my front door with cash in hand for the pizza guy (It was New Years!! and football was on, don't judge!) I was greeted by a 6 foot tall blonde guy with a goofy grin. My son was home and safe!
Best day ever.

Last October, I was in Folly Beach (near Charleston, SC), and my husband, two sons, and I went kayaking on the Folly River and out into the sea a little bit. My sons are teens, so I was just happy I could talk them into going with me. The weather was perfect, sunny and in the 70's. We rode the tide out to a sand bar, where there were tons of shells. We picked out some large, nice shells, played around in the tide pools, and eventually got back into the kayaks. Then we paddled back as the tide shifted and pushed us back in, and there were dolphins everywhere! They were swimming all around us and one by one were coming up for air. One of them surfaced really close to me, and he looked at me. That got me - a euphoric moment.

Maybe I can't define that day as THE best of my life (the days each of my boys were born were very nice too), but I have to say, it is the most vivid to me, and I still get a thrill when I remember it.