Some days it is easy to be grateful. Life’s blessings are just overflowing and you can’t help but view the world with a rosy tint. Others, it’s a struggle to remember why you get out of bed in the morning. This week has been a mix of both. The mornings have come all too early and it has been hard to get up. It’s been 90 degrees by 9 am every day, which means we aren’t getting enough outside time with our kids. I’ve also either babysat or had a meeting after work every day this week so far. But it’s still been a good week.
In 3.5 hours a plane will be landing. On that plane is the man of honor from our wedding. To say that we’ve been looking forward to having him here would be a gross understatement. Way back before we knew we were coming to Turkey, he mentioned that he was on his way here as his next duty station. He told B that we should try to join him there. We did, and now we’re about to be reunited. How can I not be grateful on the day that’s bringing our dear friend to us?
One of the hardest parts of the military lifestyle is saying goodbye to friends over and over again. Everywhere you go, you make friends, put down roots, only to have them ripped up every 2-3 years. More often when you consider the friends doing the leaving too. One of the best parts, is reuniting with friends at future duty stations. You’ve got all the built in history, combined with the excitement of not having seen each other in a while.
Ups and downs aside, it is a fabulous day.