It’s been a minute or rather a year since I last posted. Whew! A lot can happen in a year. We celebrated the birth of our first born son, sent his daddy off to war 10 days later and welcomed him home 8 months after that. What a whirlwind that 8 months was! Living in a new house with a brand new baby, 1200 miles from family and friends, working full time and going to school. I still don’t know how I managed to stay sane. Perhaps it was the wine
I recently opened my etsy shop and today I added the 5×7 sign that our son, Shooter, held as he watched his daddy march across Cooper Field at Ft. Hood, Texas. Emotions came flooding back as I think about how much I missed my husband and how much he missed of his son’s first year of life. Precious moments that can never be reclaimed. I tried my best to capture those little moments on video but they’re hard to watch because it always feels like someone is missing. I recently saw this post “25 Telltale Signs You’re a Military Spouse” and as much as I like to think we live a normal, civilian lifestyle….we do not. We’ve spent countless birthdays, holidays and anniversaries apart. We keep original boxes for EVERYTHING in hopes that it will help make our next move easier. Our life revolves around the next PCS, training and deployment schedules. I can’t tell you how many times our plans have changed. I’m certainly used to it but trying to explain it to those family and friends who don’t live this life is tiring. I can recite my husbands SSN much faster than my own. This is a tough one for me. A little piece of me loses a bit of my own independence every time I key in his number. While some days, this lifestyle makes me want to scream, resiliency has become a part of me. I fully accepted this lifestyle and I’m proud to support a man who wears the uniform. We have sacrificed as a family but nothing compares to what these men and women do on a daily basis. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.here.