We say goodbye, my military man goes and does his military thing, my heart aches, my body aches, my girls ache. He comes back home, we’re on a walk around the neighborhood hand in hand, watching our little girls race ahead of us and back again. A neighbor passes us in the car, slows down … [Read more...] about Keep Not Quitting: On Hard Things, Perseverance, and Making it Through Together
I’ve been paying attention to my reactions to this reverse ripple effect of Coronavirus as the rings get closer and closer in, as we feel it impact our own lives and our own loved ones. I’ve been paying attention to my anxiety and fear as it ebbs and flows, the decisions we’ve had to make as a human … [Read more...] about When Courage Needs to be Loud: On Military Wives, a Worldwide Pandemic, and Gritty Love
It’s a Thursday, dinnertime. We’ve made the food, fed the children, and the house has dissolved into utter chaos. The older two girls are playing actual tag around my kitchen island, and Mae, who feels feelings and feels them big, is still upset that she didn’t get to eat goldfish for … [Read more...] about Military Marriage and Holding onto Love for the Long-haul.
We’re at a neighbor’s house, late afternoon, a few families gathered together. Pizza and games and the night ticking down, we’re laughing and and it all feels like a deep breath. I should have known better, maybe, I find myself thinking later; should I have known better? Can we ever breathe in deep … [Read more...] about A Soldier’s Wife and a World on Fire: A Love Story.
It’s a Thursday that feels like a Monday and I don’t know how else to say it. The power turned off last night at 4:00 in the morning which woke all the girls up, good morning mama, let’s begin our day. A day it will be, a day for the books, really- one kid has been sick since actual February and … [Read more...] about Light a fire, you lovely brave ones. Your grit gives me mine.
The morning that Lane deployed to Iraq for nine months, I wake up to my alarm and immediately kick my foot over to his side of the bed- is he still here? Has it started yet? Is he still here, though? He’s still there, but not for long and we drive him to the parking lot, early morning … [Read more...] about The Sameness of Grief and the Courage to Love