by Molly Huggins | May 12, 2016 | Grief, Husband, Lives We Love, Photos
On Tuesday, May 3, my husband’s dear friend of twenty six years took his own life. Even separated by time and distance there are people whose threads are so woven into our every day moments that they exist there almost unseen, until suddenly, the thread is cut....
by Molly Huggins | Apr 27, 2016 | Army Life, Blogging, deployment, Faith, Fear, Grief, Hope, Husband, Original J, Our Story
Oh friends. I have so much to tell you. (PLEASE PLEASE read all the way through.) First things first. Back in October, 2015, I met the lovely Jamie Ivey on an airplane on the way to Allume. Of course, I had no idea who she was and had never listened to her podcast...
by Molly Huggins | Dec 15, 2015 | Faith, Fear, Hope, Husband
Two weeks ago, I had a paper cut on my wrist. By lunchtime, it was red and a little sore. By dinner, there were red streaks halfway up my forearm. By the time I swallowed the antibiotics in the emergency room, they were past my elbow. Oh, and a few years,...
by Molly Huggins | Dec 5, 2015 | Army Life, Husband, Our Story
(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...
by Molly Huggins | Nov 11, 2014 | Army Life, deployment, Grief, Husband
(If you are new here, my husband is a medevac pilot who just returned home from a 9 month deployment to Afghanistan.) He’s home now, and we are lying in the dark under the covers, me with my hand on his arm because we must be touching. And he’s right next...
by Molly Huggins | Jul 27, 2014 | Army Life, deployment, Husband, Photos, Thankful, The Dailies
I was elbow deep in greasy dishwater one day this week and letting my eyes wander around this home we’ve made. In the moment, my gaze drifted upward to the music pages wreath perched above our oversized bookshelves with the embroidered “Huggins” slightly askew. It...
