Musings of A Military Wife (& Mama Moments)

I know what’s coming, so I try to feel it. Once he’s gone, I know I’ll cry without him, and I want to be with him here. I want him to know. The tears stain his shirt, and we prepare our hearts for the distance. The sky is silent, waiting. I love you. I wave, shut the door. I sit, wait until I hear his truck pull away. The tears come even now as I remember. Slowly I stumble to my room, lay face-down on my exercise mat. Dad comes in to make sure I’m okay. I hate it when he leaves. But someday it won’t be like this. Someday I won’t have to physically tear myself away from him, to stand alone. I keep the teddy bear he gave me close. Even now, I can smell subtly the cologne he sprayed on my bear, ragged from sleeping with me night after night. Two sprays of cologne, because I want to smell all of our nostalgic sentimentality. I miss you. I haven’t left yet. I know; that’s what is so horrible. Even when I’m gone, you still have my love. I’ll be okay. I’ll wake up an...

In less than six months, I'll be joining the ranks of resilient, patient, and strong military wives who are at this moment experiencing some aspect of the ever-changing, always challenging military life. As a fiance at this moment, I just want to document, ramble, share, and learn together the lessons that are so imperative to the life we live every day. I am more than excited to continue this journey with the love of my life and the guidance of our Savior, Jesus Christ. He brought us this far, and I am convinced that He will continue the work He has begun. (Philippians 1:6). Whether you are a milso (military significant other) or not, I hope you can find something within these words that resonates with the human strengths and weaknesses we all encounter. Truthfully, this is not even really a blog about being a "milso." It's about relationships and distance and learning and growing and ....love. It will be comedic, a little poetic, most likely dramatic, and abov...