Life sometimes doesn’t make sense. OK, a lot of times it doesn’t make logical sense to me. I’ve had such incredible experiences lately: a dream month in the States with both sides of my family, having my husband come home from deployment, having a comfortable home, having fabulous friends near and far, having a sweet,…
There’s No Place Like Home
“Man. I’m sad today. I find myself crying for the same reasons I cried when you left for Australia. I see Annabelle and think of all the people that love her and can’t be with her each day. Phew, breaks my heart. She has been crying more today than all the days we were in…
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles
“What is your baby’s name?” “Annabelle,” I said happily. “Um, could you write that down?” The Japanese flight attendant gave me a big smile as she handed me pad and pen. Although curious, I did as she asked. She disappeared for a few minutes to return with an inflatable ANA airplane complete with handwritten date,…
Sound of Freedom
VRRRROOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!! The sound of the Air Force F-18’s flying over our apartment is deafening. I see them fly in pairs as they head off together on yet another training mission. Funny how the commonality of these fighting machines soon becomes mundane. Not so common was the urge to cry while watching a Monday night (Tuesday…
King of the Hill
Annabelle’s arms and legs were swinging in the baby b’jorn as I held the blue and white umbrella above us to shield us both from the unrelenting heat rays. We were walking the pier with two embark Marines to meet Barrett after almost three months of being apart. I was easy to spot, but he…