Sometimes I almost forget I am a military wife. Especially when S is home for a good length of time. I say "almost" because it is only a temporary passing thought. Reality comes calling sooner or later.
And we are reminded that our Papa plays a role. And Sara's too.
our Papa and his friends.
Our boys are getting to an age where they are coming to more fully understand what he does. They watched the demonstration this weekend - looked up at him and asked "Do you do this when you are gone? Is this how you help people?" And he answered quietly, "Sometimes, if we have to."
This weekend my boys met men who have been injured by gunfire and have been pieced back together, still bearing the scars that will forever be reminders.
This weekend was a reunion of his friends. His brothers in arms.
My boys will remember these men and their stories for the rest of their lives.
And this mama will continue to pray every night that her boys will never find themselves the tellers of such stories.
It was a good weekend.
We are proud.
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Most people don't know what so say when they see photos like this on a blog that is normally full of pretty garden shots and words about patient parenting.
And that is OK.
I don't know what to say about it sometimes either.
I feel like I am always torn between being grateful and proud and just plain mad that we are still in this dumb war.
But knowing that this is part of our reality.
Really, it is OK not to know.
On another note...
There is a little post over at Simple Mom if you are interested in a few things you can learn from military moms.
