Thursday, August 5, 2010

I am A Military Wife



I Am An Army Wife

Author Unknown


I am an Army wife - a member of that sisterhood of women who have had the courage to watch their men go into battle, and the strength to survive until their return. Our sorority knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license, travelling over miles, or over nations to begin a new life with our soldier husbands. Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our quarters are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the treasures of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe.


Using hammer and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a family together by the bootstraps, and raise the best of 'brats', instilling in them the motto: "Home is togetherness", whether motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex. As Army wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again". For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment.


During separations we guard the home front, existing until the homecoming. Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by age, but by tours. We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who come after us.


We leave a part of ourselves at every stop. Through experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the patches we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready to help those around us. Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our men into battle, will also blanket them in death.


Yet we are an optimistic group, thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday, while anticipating tomorrow. Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military life. We pass on this legacy to every Army bride, welcoming her with outstretched arms, with love and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the bounty of our unique, fulfilling Army way of life.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Missing my Hubby

Challenges make life interesting, however, overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.


- Mark Twain

 
 My hubby left for training and this is by far one of the hardest things I have had to do in a long, long time. I am so used to him coming home everyday at 5pm, now he isn't. Atleast it's only for  3 weeks. This sure is a challenge, a challenge only I can overcome. If I do not overcome this now, come deployment I will be an emotional wreck with two kiddos to take care of. I am dreading having to do this alone thing for a whole year. Well most of a year. It sure is going to suck! I'm glad I am making some awesome friends who will keep me company. I was having a rough time the first couple months without anyone here to hang out with or talk to. I am slowly but surely making some awesome people, who I know will eventually turn into life long friends. I am such a lucky person!  My husband has made my transition a lot easier, thank goodness. If it wasn't for him being patient I probably would have gone nuts by now. He is such an amazing perosn who I love with all my heart and I couldn't have asked for a better husband! Baby, I love and miss you! Can't wait til you are home and in my arms again :)