In just a few hours, my life with descend into a whirlwind of domestic engineering as I try to figure out, with a ton of help, how to put together a Thanksgiving Dinner. I am hoping the insanity of it all will chase away, at least for a few moments, the ache. It's always there, from the moments my child kicks me, to the moments I wake up and face an empty bed.
But despite my ever-present maudlin thoughts, I am still so very thankful:
I am thankful I have a wonderful husband, who manages to support me, even as he fights a war.
I am thankful for my child, my child who kicks and squirms and moves around, for the life I've been given to nurture and care for.
And my family, both the one I share DNA with, and my Army family. The family who has loved me since I was little, and the family who loves me and sees me as I am.
I am, despite all the pain, and suffering, grateful and thankful for this year. I found myself the home I wanted, the man I've waited for, and we're building the family, day by day, that I've been waiting on. Yes, a war stands between us, but that has not taken apart what we have.
I am, at the end of the day, grateful to have married a soldier. I said long ago that I would never do it, that I would never put myself in the shoes of the wives that have come before me. My heart apparently did not listen, and I am so glad I didn't.
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