I have missed writing.
I have had so I much to share but have lacked the time and energy to actually pen my thoughts onto my virtual paper.
I feel I'm successfully navigating my way as a mom of three.
{I'm using "successfully" very loosely!}
Truth be told, I often feel much like a duck. But as each day wanes, I thank God for the grace He's given me and I vow to keep my head up.
I've been wanting to share so much about my new boy! He's wonderful and precious and amazing and nothing like the girls, except for the smiles! God had blessed me with such happy babies! It's only been three months and I already can't imagine my life without him.
I've been wanting to write to my fellow military wives, to remind them that their sacrifices do not go unnoticed. To remind them they are loved. To remind them to ask for help {to remind myself too}.
To share with those who don't know, or don't understand what it's like to wait at home for the phone to ring because you haven't talked to him in days/weeks/months. I don't know that I can fully express the joy of a text message; the way your heart can leap in your chest when your phone chimes and how it can sink when you discover it's not him.
There is no such thing as a short deployment. When Daddy's gone, he's missed, his absence is noticed, whether he's been gone a week or a month. My heart goes out to my friends who are currently missing their men. And my heart rejoices for those who are holding theirs tonight.
This has turned into a bit of a rambling update but it is what it is. {an attempt to get a jumbled mess of thoughts out of my head}
Good night, friends. God bless.
