Today is the one year mark of me packing up my husband and holding back the tears as I did so. Did I really want this lifestyle of a military wife. Every few years having to pack up and make new friends and try and find the group of women I best fit in? Did I really want to make my kids change schools constantly and not have the chance to really live where things would constantly be the same? Could we survive this? Oh the stories I have heard about military divorce rates and cheating and the whole nine yards.
I bravely sat with him at the recruiting station. While he checked in and played with the boys. I was sitting quietly at the Sergeants desk taking in every inch of him. Memorizing his hands, the smile, the laugh. I was going to need those for the next three months. I knew our calls would be short and we would have what letters we could share. When I hugged him, I hugged him like I was never going to let go. That last hug and kiss had to get me all the way to August. The kids were saying their goodbyes and asking Daddy if he was coming back and that is when the tears rolled down my checks silently. I had to put my brave face forward for my children and my husband.
We watched him load up and waved goodbye. I remember the fear in the pit of my stomach as I knew I was about to be a single mom for 5 plus months. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to do so. I learned more than ever that even though he is gone our love is long and strong. In the days I felt like I was being defeated I would suddenly receive that magic letter or phone call. I would get the surprise visit from a friend. After we completed the basic training portion I knew we could survive anything.
Our summer was full of adventure around South Carolina. We did fathers day minus dad but took pictures for him. We did the fourth of July. Blake even watched the fireworks. I remember all of the sudden getting a weekday call. If you got those you knew he was injured, sick or in trouble. I remember looking at my caller id and feeling sick. Only to hear ” Honey our Drill Sargent is in a contest and I need you to pimp him on your website.” Really your not sick or injured? All I could think I was thankful for the call but I was going to kill him when I saw him. Because of that contest I got more calls than most. I am thankful for those calls.
Once we got past the Basic Training and into AIT we started wondering where our life would be packing up and moving to. Did I ever think that I would be living in Europe for our first duty station. HELL NO! We were told that our first duty station chances are were to be stateside. What I noticed where he trained was one set was stateside and one set overseas. I am so beyond thankful for this experience.Are there things I don’t like absolutely. I know now why most say it is nice to travel and visit. I could do without the px and commissary with the crazy ridiculous prices. That I know if I went to walmart or piggly wiggly I could get cheaper. For the most part we truly do love it here. We love the traveling. Where else can I live and get flights to London for 77 euros round trip for all four of us? I couldn’t get one transatlantic flight for that unless I was maybe where they kept the luggage.
This year has brought us together even more. Even though we were miles apart for most of it. It has made our family foundation stronger. We learned that we both turned to one song that made us think of each other. It is one our favorites and a favorite concert of ours.It is one of the only ones I have danced with my husband to. If this mans voice isn’t sexy then I don’t know what is…
Okay I lied there were three.
After completing a year all my fears and worries have subsided. We finally feel a sense of purpose. We are loving this lifestyle. I am glad we finally found something that supports our families needs. It also makes my husband feel like he is making a difference. Something to be proud of. We have never not been proud of him!!! Who knew what a year could do for our family. Oh what a year it has been. I had to laugh when someone asked if we knew the “Army Song”. I had to laugh and say “Oh honey it has been engraved in my soul since I was a little kid” Something my Papa would bust out with at any given time. To this day that man still knows all the words to that and the creed. Incredible.
So yes a year later I know we can do this. I know this is the right choice. I knows that are thinking of joining and are afraid can do it as well. Our story, and those stories of those before us prove that families can do this. Its just a bit of hard work and faith.
I can’t wait to see what this next year brings us!!!