Would it be acceptable to still eat cereal for dinner once my husband gets home? or no? lol.
Your past is just a story. And once you realize that, it has no power over you.
You know you’re Married to a soldier when you have gone on more dinner dates with your best friend than your husband because he is never home.
One month left till we PCS to Fort Campbell!
Fuck all the suicide hotlines and shit for a second.
Reblog this just in case; you never know who might need it.
where was this when my dog was dying ):
wethefreebecauseofthebrave-deac asked: Hey wow thats cool, thank you. for you have served too!! your boyfriend is a hero and thank you and him for sacrificing for these great United States!!! One day i hope to be one too.
He is my husband but thank you! It definitely has it’s challenges, and not everyone can handle it, but if you can, then go for it!
This is a personal picture. You may share/reblog it, but please do not crop it as it will ruin the full effect of the picture. This shot took about 20 minutes to get.
going in for the first kiss (:
it’s kind of weird seeing my own picture pop up on my dashboard! Lol.
Sometimes life doesn’t go your way, it especially doesn’t if your husband is in the military.
What A Military Spouse Knows
We’ve been told “you know how to do this.”
We know the all-too familiar lump in our throat. Making the best of a situation. We know exactly how one year feels as we X each day off a calendar. And we know how to ensure that while our lives are on hold, we still live.
The truth is, we know a lot:
- the thought of being alone for a year doesn’t bother me. The fear of being alone for a lifetime —- does.
- flat rate boxes can hold twenty whoopee cushions, four child decorated projects, and five perfume scented letter.
- technology can be a double-edged sword — one side delivering his face; the other a brutal live-action feed of explosions and camouflaged body parts.
- Murphy’s Law is a constant companion. The moment he walks out the door, anything that can break, collapsed, bleed, or explode — will.
- five hour of uninterrupted sleep is a gift from the deployment Gods.
- holidays are hard, but manageable.
- deployment come and go, but sand from his boots never leaves.
- nothing can replace a handwritten letter. Through this beautifully folded pages, he is holding your hand again.
- when the National Anthem is played, I know goosebumps will rise on my arms, and a lump will fill my throat.
- the silence in communication following a war zone a tack is agonizing.
- laughter is a powerful ally.
- each deployment offers two options: grow or regress. This IS a choice.
- cereal is always a dinner option.
- videos of lost teeth, ballerina recitals, and preschool graduations can be emailed to Iraq nearly instantly.
- five powers if attorney and the intimate details of his will are needed to navigate a deployments
- children cling to hope and the promise of tomorrow.
- living in each mont together is possibly when facing the fear that it could be your last.
- welcome home kisses are sweeter than the finest chocolate.
- anger will grip me and depression can hold me, but another military spouse will steady me.
- a six yea old can feel the absence if her father so deeply that she can suffer from clinical depression.
- a military spouse will hold her/his tongue, silencing a story, for fear of sounding “unpatriotic.”
- duct tape and a monkey wrench can fix nearly anything.
- despite the protestors and those who tell me I “knew” what I was getting into, I know there are countless American citizens who will go above and beyond to show they support us.
There are many things we know.
I know how to change the brakes on my car, rappel from the side of a cliff, shoot a double-barreled shotgun, balance a checkbook, earn my keep, and kiss a child enough to feel like two.
But there are sill many thing I don’t know.
- I don’t know how to start my heart again when I see a death notification car on my street.
- when the knock echoes on the door of my neighbor, I don’t know how to forgive myself when I am relieved.
- I dot know how to hug him enough to last a lifetime, or kiss him just so in order to feel satisfied — should our reunion be at the foot of a pine box.
- I’m not willing to learn how to pretend he doesn’t exist, to keep him our of our life while it goes on without him, or to build a wall so high he has no way to scale it.
- I don’t know how to stop his panic attacks, and I have no idea how to make my nightmares of rampant bombs and lifeless limbs disappear.
- I don’t know how to adjust to his presence in my house when our floor rarely feels the weight of is boots.
- I can’t understand those who would question my desire to stay with him, or how I can peacefully sleep beside a “killer.”
- I am amazed and confounded that despite all that he has send he still has the courage to laugh.
I don’t know how to give up on y family.
But most importantly:
I have no clue how to still my pounding hear when he finally walks through our door again, I don’t know how to pull my hands from his sand- stained neck an say goodbyes and I don’t know how to ever walk away from a man who stands while many choose to sit.
“To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a soldier that hasn’t been home in 365 days.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a new mom who captures every moment of her baby’s life that her husband is missing.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, as the wife that’s waited by the phone while her husband is on a mission.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the parents who are saying goodbye the morning of a deployment.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask the mother who just missed his call.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask the servicemen who came home when others in their unit may not have.
Time is so precious and yet it is only when it seems to work against us that we realize the value it holds.
When you cry at night because your love one is missing their child grow up.
When you sigh in frustration because that one minute you left your phone to take a shower only to realize you missed his call.
When you realize that you’ll never get the months back you’ve spent sleeping alone without your loved one beside you…
It’s only then that you realize that we have been given a gift so great that not a second should pass where we don’t make the most of it. You are lucky to have the knowledge of this preciousness. Many will never understand the profound impact of “wasting” your days holding your lovers hand in the supermarket or spending the day in bed doing absolutely nothing. Even though time might be your enemy right now, be thankful that you’re one of the few who truly understand the meaning of TIME.”