Oh. My. Gosh.
I don't think I could ever in a million years be a military wife. Poor Beau probably thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown as I bawled my eyes out to this emotion-filled show. (He even asked "Is this going to be a show you watch every Sunday that you cry your eyes out too??") He thinks I'm nuts...
Anyways, I've always imagined it would be extremely difficult to have a husband leave for months on end but it really hit home last night how thankful I am for 1) the husbands that are pulled away from their families and are off fighting for our country 2) the men and women that have died fighting for this country and 3) the fact that Beau has absolutely no desire to be in the military.
I know that last comment sounds really selfish but I couldn't handle it. I can barely survive when he's out of town for a weekend, none the less for months at a time while I'm home alone with a couple of babays on my hips. And I do realize that this may make me seem "dependent" on him as well, which I most definitely am not...I just couldn't bear knowing that he would be millions of miles away with guns and weapons and tanks and that there just might be a chance he might not ever make it home. ugh.
There's nothing sweeter than a daddy with his little girls :)I've come across a few military wife(s) blogs but never really had a connection with many of them mainly because I didn't really understand it all (and I probably still don't) but after watching Coming Home I have a whole new appreciation for these families.
I think I was crying as much, if not more, than the women on the show-evidence was found this morning on the floor next to the couch...wadded up tissues. Good Lord I'm a baby.
But on a real serious note-my heart goes out to those families with husbands and wives and family members in the military. Thank you for allowing them to serve our country and thank you for going through hell and back to make it possible.