A Military Wife

I am alone.

So here I go just a rambling on my blog as if a friend is right in front of me.

Thoughts today as a military wife

Oh how I can say, "I miss that small town." Never would I admit this… lets say….about 3 years ago when I was waiting anxiously for my high school sweetheart and best friend of 5 years, mail me a letter saying “yes, we can get married this weekend.” That letter did come and my butt was off on a hot Fourth of July weekend, to Chicago, just after my love graduated from Boot Camp. I was in my first year of college at a small community school where I received a full ride. School was important to me but I had bigger priorities at the time. I wanted to exit that little ol’ Pendleton, SC. My heart was ready to ride a subway, watching the sun flicker between buildings racing from museum to museum. Oh yes, I love my nature and country but I wanted to see something new besides those cattle pastures I grew up looking at. Sometimes, I believe I felt the town that I grew up in was my cage, keeping me from bigger possibilities. So set, I was to get married at age 20. Now at about 23, I miss that small town where everyone knows your name. No one knows who I am now. Sometimes I feel invisible as I move from base to base.

In a small town, where you grew from a shoe size 2 to 8, you can depend on your friends and family. I miss dependable friends. In the military life, friends are few and Christians even fewer, but look at me complaining. It is easy to do when I am away from Cody. I need to start counting my blessings. I have a good hard working husband who is protecting my country and who loves me unconditionally and who I miss so tenderly when he is away. I never thought I would get such a man (boy, did I pray for him though, even at a young age). I think that is why I believe in the power of prayer so much.

Well, I shall end with pictures that will cheer me up.