The right to bragg

Being a new military wife is a challenge. Being a military wife is a challenge either way, new or old. I’m still learning my way around the base I have now lived at for 7 months. I am still learning of every Key Spouse resource and unit though I have finished training and Heart Link. I had trouble filing military taxes even though I have been doing my own taxes for 6 years. I am also finding myself with a lot more girl friends than boy friends. That’s not normal for me. I only have certain orders of ranks remembered and feel like an idiot trying to count the strips and remember them all. I have to ask to remember at events who I should wait to see leave before it’s appropriate for us to leave. The wives are either extremely annoying or overly sweet. There’s barely ever an in-between.  You’re supposed to speak up and shut up at the same time and that’s a confusing concept on it’s own. The second you finish unpacking and getting settled in and make friends, something changes. Friends leave, orders come up and mess up. Deployments and TDY’s can sneak up on you at any given moment so plans better be in place just in case. And don’t even get me started with the acronyms.

With all of this, I am still happy with the choice that my husband made. Why? Well, there’s the obvious reason that he is now a part of the United States Air Force and he is a part of the large group of men and women protecting and serving our country. Then there is the face that he makes whenever the plans are flying directly over our car as they land, the look of pride. He is happy. Him being happy is important to me. Does all the above comments drive me nuts sometimes? Yes. But marriage is also about making sacrifices. And if there were ever a man worth making those sacrifices, it would be my husband,

Every morning my husband wakes up, throws on his uniform and heads off to work. All day I chase my son, hold my girls, pay the bills, set up Dr. Appts, clean the house, cook the dinner, do school with our son, do my homework and then some. By the time he gets home we are both exhausted. We take a break, eat dinner, and then start with activities and then the bedtime routines.  We spend some short time alone together when all is finally (hopefully) silent and then off to bed to do it all again. This is my little, simple world and I love it.