All five of us, miracle of miracles, sit at the dinner table, eating chicken that Lane grilled and potatoes that I made just like any other family in America. Our conversation drifts to the following weekend and I mention a BBQ that we have been invited to- can we go to that? “Oh, no, … [Read more...] about When Being a Military Wife Feels Too Hard
I was tucking you into bed last night and you reached up quick and put your chubby little hands around my neck and whispered a question “Is Daddy coming home this year, or the next one?” I didn’t even think, I crawled right into that bed that’s three-sizes-too-small for me and pulled you in close, … [Read more...] about A letter to my military child, during the month that’s just for you
After the ceremony, Brennan is driving with Lane in the back of his truck, she’s wearing her special pink floral dress because it twirls and he’s wearing his dress uniform because that’s what soldiers do with ceremonies this important. His boots are polished while her shoes sparkle, and she’s … [Read more...] about We Are the Lucky Ones: Sisterhood, Courage, and Love That’s Strong Like a Circle
It’s the evening, Lane looks at me and says “You know what today was, right?” “Absolutely no clue.” “I could have gotten out of the military today. Today marks the end of my initial three-year commitment to the Army.” It’s post-dinnertime and I’m standing at the sink while he clears the table, … [Read more...] about Don’t quit. If you don’t quit then I won’t either.
Were you to ask how I’ve been doing, I’d probably say fine. Because really, we’re fine, it’s been fine. Hasn’t it all been fine? And then it’s entirely obvious we’re not fine at all. I wouldn’t say I’ve been completely aware of all of the things building into this crescendo, because so much of … [Read more...] about This is the kind of love that will heal a broken heart
We’re driving in the car, running errands, spending our Saturday trying to distract our minds and fill the time when I hear her say from the back of the van, with a little bit of a sigh in her voice: “Mama?” “Yes, baby?” “I forget what he looks like.” “Who?” “Daddy. I can’t remember the … [Read more...] about in which I paint an honest picture of what it’s like to be a military wife