It's wild to think that we have been living outside
of the U.S. for over a year
and that when we go back this year for vacation
it's will be over a year and a half
since we've set foot on
U.S. soil.
The thought of return
is both
frightening and exhilarating
at the same time.
Don't get me wrong,
I love my country
and I can't
wait to visit,
but part of me
is worried that
when we go
I won't have the
strength to get on the plane
and come back here.
Back to the heat,
back to foreign
Back to thobes and abayas
Ramadan
and
did I mention the
heat?
I know by my posts
you would think that this place is
ALL BAD
all the time.
I hate to say this,
but it isn't.
It's in this land that
I've learned who I am
I've learned how to be the Godly wife
my husband needs
I've learned how to be a mother
my children need.
I've learned how to be a friend
and
how not to be a friend.
I've learned to let go and surrender the little things
and that the big things
are not so scary when you
meet them head on,
face to face.
I've learned what it's like to love angels
and
to carry them preciously in your heart.
I've learned how to comfort a loved one
from
6000 miles away
and it feel as if
I'm right there next to them.
It's here in this place that
I've watched my children growing
and learning all about a new culture.
I've watched make friends that speak several different languages
and them take on those languages as if they were their own.
I've experience the kindness of a stranger
and in any place/language
that is truly a blessing.
Most of all I've learned what it means to be a military wife.
To adapt to your surroundings no matter where they be,
to make the best of where ever you are
because home is where your heart is
and
all three of my hearts are right here with me.
Here's to another crazy/beautiful/awful/wonderful year.
XOXO,