Being in the military is definitely a dedication. My husband was in the field my last week of pregnancy. He got to come home “early” when I went into labor and he got 10 days of paternity leave — although there’s some up-in-the-air possible 21 days of paternity leave in the military that no one seems to be aware of or implemented yet.
He was home for about a week before he had to leave for another 2.5 weeks out in the field again. So he’s hardly gotten to spend any time with our new baby at all.
It’s especially hard, and sad, that he won’t get to spend our son’s first Father’s Day with him — thus is the life of an infantry officer, they’re basically guaranteed to deploy, so they are constantly training for deployment; which means they are never around. It definitely takes its toll on the family dynamic.
Happy Father’s Day to my hubby. He is the best provider for our family. I know that everything he does is for us. ♡
*(Update: I found out it was 10-miles, not 10K… so even better because 10-miles is definitely a longer distance than 10-kilometers, ha!)
So incredibly proud of my husband — he ran the Army 10-Miler Qualifier in an hour this morning (and in the rain too!). #ScreamingEagles
I knew he’d do really good though, since he always excels in these types of events, like being recognized by the commanding general for coming in first for the 12-mile ruck march when he earned his EIB two years ago.
We are all so incredibly proud of him. Another feather in his cap, almost as exciting as his Bronze Star Medal for Afghanistan. ♡
I wish I wasn’t so sick and miserable so I could have cheered him on (I actually think I caught a cold from my little snot-nose daughter!).
Congratulations to my hubby — he has earned his German proficiency badge, gold level.
To add on to his stellar Army career: the Army called while we were on our honeymoon last year to give him the Bronze Star Medal for his deployment in Afghanistan; he has completed Air Assault and Airborne, Ranger, and served with a LRS company; and he was recognized by the commanding general when he was at Fort Hood for earning his EIB (because he came in first for the 12-mile ruck march and Objective Bull)… oh, and earning his MBA.
Two more jumps and he’ll qualify for Jumpmaster (I am hoping he’ll be able to get his jumps in while we are at Campbell); I know he was disappointed that he wasn’t able to get two more jumps in before heading to Afghanistan — he would have gone to Pathfinder School if he hadn’t spent a month doing the selection process for SFAB at Bragg; but thank God because the branch manager called to tell us he has a choice of his top picks (Campbell or Hawaii).
We are all so proud of him. ♡
Grandpa was one of the last few WWII veterans left. He was drafted at 18 years old towards the end of the war into the Army; he had wanted to enlist at 16 because his two older brothers were already drafted into the war and were MIA (thank God they were found after the war; one was with the Marines in the Pacific and injured during the Battle for Okinawa, but both were eventually accounted for). His oldest and youngest sons, Uncle Ed and Uncle Tom were both in the Airforce; with Uncle Ed being a pilot during Desert Storm.
He was very proud of his service. (Dan got to carry Grandpa’s flag from the Color Guard after the ceremony.) ♡
The mister called today while I was at work, very unusual as he knows that I’m at work… I answered because I hardly get to talk with him. I figured it must be important. He called because he had a bad day.
His men were firing mortars today, and some Afghan nomads are claiming that their mortars burned down their tents and killed a goat (or goats???)… he’s stressed out about it because now there will be an investigation. The men think that the Afghans set their own tents on fire just so they could get compensation from the military. It’s hard to prove or disprove because the Army isn’t going to send CID to investigate on a goat. It could definitely be worse, they could be claiming civilian casualties or injuries.
I told him it’ll be a better day tomorrow. I’m sure it’s not the first time that occupied people are claiming dead goats via military fires. I told him to be careful for what he wished for… he wanted to get on this deployment roster.
The mister text me super early this morning. For some odd reason I went to sleep around midnight and woke up around 3AM. Why???
He told me they’re flying to their FOB today, and they took some rocket hits in Baghran, but thankfully no one got hurt.
I try to text his mom with updates because he usually spends his free time just texting me instead. They were stuck in Kuwait for a few days because the heat was so bad that their flight was cancelled due to the plane being too hot, making it too heavy to fly.
The guys had left last week, and it was also the day that I got my essay results for my license. Sometimes I feel bad when I send his mom updates because I don’t want his family to feel ignored by him or second place, but I think they would rather know what’s going on with him over there than had no update at all about him.
Every day he sends me a text to tell me that he loves me and misses me. He’s definitely my motivator when I get out of bed at 05:30, and leave the house at 06:20, just to get to work around 07:30… ugh, I haven’t done an hour commute for work since I worked in NYC! I only signed a one year contract with the school district, and we’re preparing for Georgia next summer. (I’ve never been to the peach state before!) ♡
Front page of local paper! ☆☆☆
Today I got a beautiful bouquet of a dozen red roses for Valentine. ♡
Catholics believe in saints. You pray to a saint when you need something. Valentine’s Day is actually a Catholic holiday that has become another western commercial holiday — that’s capitalism for you.
Not much is known about St. Valentine. The feast day of St. Valentine is February 14th. St. Valentine of Rome was said to have secretly married soldiers in the Roman Army, whom were forbidden by Emperor Claudius to marry — he believed the men made better soldiers when they didn’t have wives. A very romantic legend, but a legend nonetheless, as there is no historical context that this is actually true… it has the same mystical intrigue as Lady Godiva.
If you’re Catholic, this is the saint you pray to if you’re wanting to marry a soldier. Light a candle during his feast day, and hopefully he’ll deliver you a man in camouflage and all! Happy Valentine’s Day. ♡
I love them, they look so beautiful in my bedroom! ♡♡♡
I don’t think you know this
But I’m sort of a big deal
People know me
If I went missing they might even look for me
I have a certain set of skills
Don’t make me use them