May 10, 2013 By Marie in Air Force, Army, Author:Marie, Carrier, Coast Gaurd, Deployment, Diver, Everyday Life, Family, Fast Attack, Friendship, Homecoming, Marines, Military, Military Husband, Military Spouse, Military Wife, Navy, SSBN, SSGN, Submarine, Surface Ship Tags: Appreciation Day, May 10th 2013, Military Husband, Military Spouse, military wife, Milspouse
For Submarine Wives, email is golden. We don’t get phone calls and letters. E-mail is our connection to the one we love. And before there was e-mail. . .gosh, I don’t even want to think about it! With that said, I feel like I am having an actual relationship with my computer. It’s pathetic, I know. I have my MacBook going all day long. Granted I spend a ton of time writing every day, but I take it to bed with me. . .Yes, I said bed. I don’t tuck it in and hold it close to me, but it does sit on “The Husbands” side of the bed. And I’m sure I have mumbled something to it when I am frustrated. SIGH. This can’t be healthy. Continue reading
I needed this today as I pulled out my Christmas decorations knowing that I would be without him.
I’m sure there is a spouse that needs it as much as I do right now.
A Military Wife’s Prayer
Give me greatness of heart to see,
The difference between duty and his love for me.
Give me understanding so that I may know,
When duty calls him, he must go.
Give me a task to do each day,
To fill the time while he is away.
When he’s in a foreign land,
Keep him safe in your loving hand.
And Lord, when duty is in the field,
Please protect him and be his shield.
And Lord, when deployment is so long,
Please stay with me and keep me strong.
It’s 6AM Thanksgiving morning and the 24lb turkey is in the oven! I did the touch down hand signals once it was in and cooking. Normally I take pictures of my turkey conquest, this year, Tom the Turkey ate a little too much grain and was a handful!! I do have to say that my hands are super soft after T.T.T (Tom The Turkey) got his olive oil rub down. I threw all my favorite spices together and put T.T.T in an oven bag. Let’s all take a moment of silence to say a prayer that T.T.T turns out well. Ok, so I don’t want “well”, I want freakin awesome! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!
I wish there were pictures of me shaking the flour around in the oven bag. . .I didn’t hold it closed tight enough and I was quickly covered in a fine mist of flour. Ahhh, a moment my husband lives for. He would get that smirk and kiss my fore head. I’m sure it would be merely for the fact that he is entertained every day in our marriage by my grace. Sigh. : ) Continue reading
My daughter is a Daddy’s girl. She is a pixie of a girl who turned six this year. She is my mini me. She walks like me, talks like me, and looks like me. On some days it scares me to death and on other days I find nothing but laughter and joy. My Husband is already worried about boys, dating, and the thought of her growing up. She has my eyes and stubbornness. She is a handful on every level. I can only blame myself. This little girl follows her Dad every where. She asked to go with him on his most recent deployment, explaining that she could be his “helper”. She talks about her Dad every day. She draws pictures, writes notes to him and asks over and over, “when will Daddy be home?” But the other night, this little girl who turns my world upside down on a daily basis made me speechless.