Friday, August 8, 2008

The Life of an Army Wife

So, last weekend AJ had drill. Those are my least favorite weekends every single month. I don't get date night on Friday, those lazy Saturday mornings curled up in bed next to the love of my life, and I have to go a married student ward all alone. On those weekends, the love/hate relationship I have with the Army sees the hate side of that. But, alas, I knew when I married AJ I was also marrying The United States Army. And, if it wasn't me it would be someone else. I wouldn't want anyone else to have to go through this, so I guess I'll suck it up and sacrifice my time with my husband so someone else can have time with theirs.

Last weekend AJ's unit received the Meritorious Unit Commendation for their service in Iraq a few years ago. When they went AJ wasn't with that unit yet, but he was still in the ceremony and even tasked out to stand in the color guard. Apparently, the Army likes that my hubby is 6'3" as well. He carried the unit flag, on which the streamer was attached by some high ranking somebody... I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to who it was. The unit flag is the red one in the picture. I thought he looked like a may-pole with those streamers waving in the wind, I wanted to grab one and wrap him up =)



Well, this month he had a short drill, just Friday night and then the ceremony on Saturday and he even had a down day on Monday (he gets about every other Monday off). But the Army pulled their stupid magical strings and sent AJ to Boise this week for some new radio training. I really despise sleeping alone so I just don't, at least not well. To top it all off, AJ has to go back to Boise for another week in a week and a half.

We've been married six months and I'm spending this anniversary alone, hoping it's not a sign of years to come. But married to the Army it's possible, even probable, I'll be spending at least two more anniversaries by myself... at least until we're blessed with little pitter-pattering footsteps. But that won't be for a while... we think. =]

Just remember to be grateful for your freedoms. To the soldiers who train and fight for them; as well as to their husbands, wives, and children that say good-bye to them over and over again, always hoping and praying they make it back home safely. We do it for you.

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