by Molly Huggins | Nov 17, 2017 | Army Life, deployment, Husband, Our Story
(I am a week behind. This, this for Veteran’s Day, 2017). I stood in the post office the other day, boxing up the bulk of my children’s Halloween candy to send to a friend overseas. I fumbled over the customs form, a piece of paper I’ve scribbled...
by Molly Huggins | Sep 5, 2016 | Aha Moments, Army Life, deployment, Fear, Grief, Hope, Husband, Our Story, Photos
I am two okay, three birthday letters behind and I have lots of parenting things to write about but this, this is the most important thing I have to say right now. I don’t know who needs to hear this but listen up, in case it is you. I’ve been an Army wife for...
by Molly Huggins | May 18, 2016 | Army Life, Community, deployment, Husband, Our Story, Thankful
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...
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 | Jan 27, 2016 | Army Life, Blogging, deployment, Grief, Jamester, Our Story
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...
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...
