Coming back, coming home

It’s not just the one in uniform who serves…its the entire family. Waiting, anticipating. Waiting. Waiting. A wife who’s been waiting. Not just like waiting for him to come home…she’s waiting for him to be OK. She can finally let out a breath that she’s held in for so long… it’s over. He’s home. We have such tremendously brave men and women who serve us and they don’t always wear camouflage. Sometimes they wear heels and lipstick. Sometimes they wear the mom hat because dad is the one holding down the home front while mom is deployed. Sometimes they are holding it together…sometimes with courage and sometimes barely. But always, there is a great price to pay and it takes courage to be the one...

First Anniversary Alone

I remember when I was 21 (yes, I have that good of a memory). I was newly married, so excited about the promises of tomorrow. Deliriously in love with my new husband. I couldn’t stand being away from him for extended times. Those days, he used to work late on Friday nights. I always thought those were the longest hours…waiting up for him past midnight, when he’d finally be home from his job.  Since the time I left for work on Friday morning until the early hours of Saturday morning…I’d wait…it was the longest time to be apart. My daughter is 21. She celebrated her first wedding anniversary a couple of days ago. Alone. Flowers came with a message from Kuwait. Her husband is en route to his final destination. He celebrated alone...

May friendship, encouragement and grace abound!