There he stands in camouflage…yet he cannot hide from you.
There you are, amidst boxes and paper and confusion, creating a home, designing a household, transforming a building into a loving nurturing, comfortable environment.
Memories will be made here. Events will be celebrated.
There are those who do not understand…Who cannot comprehend what it takes to fulfill your role, to fill your shoes, to be all that you need to be.
And then he appears at the door, or on the phone, or through a rumpled letter addressed to “My Love” and suddenly there is comprehension and understanding, affirmation and conviction.
Invited to support a soldier who allows freedom, who guards democracy, who instills leadership. And in your role you see a slice of life that few others have the privilege to experience…
Along those same lines, even though I didn't post anything about it, April was the Month of the Military Child. I can't even imagine how much tougher it would be for the children left behind and for the mothers/fathers who have to hear their children cry out for their parents. =(