Watery Wednesday: The Military Part of Us

This photo was taken during John's deployment back in 2008. I can't remember if this was taken within Iraq's territory or Iran's. That deployment is special because it was our first as a married couple. He was gone for 6 long months and those months were the most difficult times we've been through so far. I don't exactly know what they did because that's just how some things are, but I know they did something that had me so worried to the point where I hardly had sleep for nights. My husband did special operations and that's as far as I know about his job during those times, and as a military wife, I was scared and worried to death the whole time I knew he was out there doing mission. I couldn't even remember how many times I've found myself praying to God day in and day out to keep them safe and bring them back home alive and in one piece. It was so tough not knowing completely what was going on and even a lot harder knowing there was nothing I could really do. During those times, I have never stopped longing to finally hold him in my arms - to know that he indeed was all right. I couldn't count how many times I've cried not just because I was missing him, but because of the fact that I might not get to see him alive again. There was fear in me all those times and I don't think there were words comforting enough that could have taken that fear away, even if they tried. The agony of going through every day life without him next to me was too much to bear, but I had to deal with it. I had no choice. It wasn't something that came out as a surprise. I already knew the type of job that he does before I decided to marry him, therefore, I must live by that decision and just be there to support him no matter what. I already knew it won't be easy, but I shook that thought off and followed my heart. I love him and everything that is him, so even if it meant I have to forget some things that are me just to be with him, I still chose the path that led me to him.

Being a military wife is not easy, but I love everything about it. We may not be in line of duty like they are and we may not do the stuff that they do, but we play a very crucial role in their lives. We make their houses a home and we serve as the arms that hold the family together and closer, and we keep it from falling apart especially during times when they're not around to physically do their job as the head of the family. Our strength, our loyalty, our devotion, our love for our husbands are our weapon. They keep us going especially during times when nobody can really understand what we need to go through or what we're going through. I believe that by remaining strong, showing him my love and support, and just being there for my husband helped him to push through with that deployment and kept him alive knowing that in the end of it all, he's got me and his whole family to come home to.

I will always be so proud of everything we've went through and the things that are yet to come because those things are part of who we are as a military family. Big or small, it doesn't matter. As long as we know what we do can help make a difference, that's all that matters the most.

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