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To The Military Spouse

For the military spouse.  Monday night was spent saying goodbye to old and new friends. They are moving on, to parts west and far east of here and it’s got me thinking about my people. We’ve landed here in the woods of Northern Virginia close to a year now and still the moving is hard. And truth be told, this girl is tired. So tired. And we are at the tail end of a weighty two weeks and I look around...

The Month of the Military Child

April is the month of the military child. I have four wild souls populating this space, but my girl, my oldest, she has born the brunt of the choices we make in a way that is both beautiful and heartrending all at once. My husband’s last deployment was two years ago. This one, this one I didn’t think he would survive. (Spoiler, he did.) I hate watching him pack his bags. I hate saying goodbye. I hate watching the children say goodbye....

On Deployment, and Hard Stories

Deployment is a cornerstone of our story. The story I am working on in book form. Miscarriages. Moves. Deployment. Loss. So much grief. So much grace. I’ve shared bits and pieces of the beginning here in this space, but now I am a wee bit stuck. See, now I have to write this story. And truthfully, eight years later, I am still searching for the right words to tell you how my deployment changed me, as a Christian, as a mother,...

Top Gun – Part 3 of 3.

(For the beginning of the story, read part 1 and part 2.) Shaping my trajectory was a deep, abiding love for all things aviation. Top Gun was largely to blame for this. I was eight, rattling around my great-grandmother’s basement with my cousins during our family reunion. I was the odd one out-not old enough for the double digit crowd, but way too mature for the six year olds, obviously. In the melee, my older sister and cousins managed to...

More about Rocks, my big brother, and my dad. (Part 2 of 3).

To read Part 1, please click here… I have a half-brother, eleven years older than me, who, until college, was unable to have much contact with us. I spent most of my young childhood desperately wishing for an older brother. Two sisters just did not measure up at the time.  Eighteen year old John presented himself in our lives just in time for me to project all of my hero worship right squarely on his broad shouldered back. It may...

Moving: Part Two

Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very hard deployment, is leaving the community it represents. Remember, I”m not finished here. (This happened here …. ) We are officially in the grieving stage of this move –...