Wednesday, November 9, 2011
How much is it worth
Well I've been just looking back over my life and I must admit I've come a long way from where I use to be. If I had stayed in the same mind frame in the past I would not be who am I today, but then I still find myself asking what more should or could I do. I live for my family but this lifestyle is a challenge to make my goals easier to accomplish. I reflect and thank God for giving me the piece of mind to not let go of my dreams and goals. Makes me ask myself how much is it worth? God answers it's worth everything, because I have made a path for you and it's your duty to stay on that path no matter what. I ask you how much is worth for you to dream big I mean so big that you question yourself "what am I thinking". You see the most successful people in life did not get to where they were dreaming small they dreamed bigger then reality somewhere reality didn't belong. So I ask you again how much is it worth?
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Finding Your Own
It’s been a long week and I finally have the opportunity to get back on my blog, hello ladies. So this blog will be about finding your own. I know that many of military wives have the same story. I picked up from friends, job, and family to follow and support my soldier. Let’s face it ladies not too many women would do that, but the ones that choose this road is making the ultimate sacrifice. In reality many of women make sacrifices for their families and put themselves on the back burner. Military wives support the husbands, take care of the kids, take care of the home and many of us play the single parent sitting by the phone waiting for your hero to call and tell you he’s ok. As a matter of fact a lot of women are known as PFC, SGT, etc… wife they don’t even you know you by first name. Well I’m here to shed the light ladies you too can have a voice and make your own path. Go to school, pick up a cool hobby, as matter of fact start your own business, better yet volunteer on your base and become more popular than your soldier that is a lot of fun. Now it’s your turn to share with other women how you found your own, you never know you might be the one to turn on that light. So please share how you found your own identity in the military world or in your civilian world, because let’s face it we are all women so why not share.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I Am A Military Wife
I Am A Military Wife
Author Unknown
I am a military wife - a member of that sisterhood of women who have had the courage to watch their men go into battle, and the strength to survive until their return. Our sorority knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license, travelling over miles, or over nations to begin a new life with our military husbands. Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our quarters are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the treasures of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe.
Using hammer and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a family together by the bootstraps, and raise the best of 'brats', instilling in them the motto: "Home is togetherness", whether motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex. As military wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again". For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea, or in the sky, leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment.
During separations we guard the home front, existing until the homecoming. Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by years, but by tours - married at Petawawa, a baby born at Gagetown, a special anniversary at Uplands, a promotion in St Jean. We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who come after us.
We leave a part of ourselves at every stop. Through experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the patches we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready to help those around us. Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our men into battle, will also blanket them in death.
Yet we are an optimistic group, thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday, while anticipating tomorrow. Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military life. We pass on this legacy to every military bride, welcoming her with outstretched arms, with love and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the bounty of our unique, fulfilling military way of life.
Author Unknown
I am a military wife - a member of that sisterhood of women who have had the courage to watch their men go into battle, and the strength to survive until their return. Our sorority knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license, travelling over miles, or over nations to begin a new life with our military husbands. Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our quarters are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the treasures of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe.
Using hammer and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a family together by the bootstraps, and raise the best of 'brats', instilling in them the motto: "Home is togetherness", whether motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex. As military wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again". For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea, or in the sky, leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment.
During separations we guard the home front, existing until the homecoming. Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by years, but by tours - married at Petawawa, a baby born at Gagetown, a special anniversary at Uplands, a promotion in St Jean. We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who come after us.
We leave a part of ourselves at every stop. Through experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the patches we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready to help those around us. Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our men into battle, will also blanket them in death.
Yet we are an optimistic group, thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday, while anticipating tomorrow. Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military life. We pass on this legacy to every military bride, welcoming her with outstretched arms, with love and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the bounty of our unique, fulfilling military way of life.
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