To me, being a Navy wife means:
- a lot of sleepless night, but the reward is the best sleep I've ever gotten the night he comes home.
- being both mommy and daddy for at least six months out of the year, but getting to see my child's face light up when I say "Daddy's coming home" and again when he steps off that bus.
- learning to let go of the little things. After all, we only have so much time together. Why not focus it on the important stuff?
- knowing that every memory made together will be one that is played and replayed in my head over the length of time that he's gone. So I had better make sure they're good ones.
- giving more than I take.
- learning patience.
- learning how to bend.
- trading things I wanted for a person I wanted more.
- waking up every morning knowing that he'll be gone soon, and choosing to either push him away to make the separation easier or draw him closer while I still can.
- saying "goodbye" to family only to learn that family doesn't just consist of those who share your blood.
- learning that "home" really is wherever the Navy sends us.
- writing a cheesy blog, and hoping the it will comfort some other military spouse who's been there too.
I saw this on Pinterest, and it just seemed to fit. |
Or "writing a cheesy blog" and making your cousin cry! Love you!
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ReplyDeleteThis is very sweet :) .
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