Last night as we were going to bed, Jon and I were talking about how awesome the past week has been since he hasn't traveled for work. For mamas whose husbands travel a lot, you know how I feel. I was almost mourning the fact that he's back on the road this week because I've thoroughly enjoyed his company and help.
In light of Memorial Day, I also felt guilty for missing my husband when he travels just a few days a week. Jon is never more than a road trip or short flight away. I can text him throughout the day and he stays in the comfort of clean and plush hotels. He always comes home. This post by my friend Caitlin was enlightening... reminding us that Memorial Day is not Veteran's Day. Yesterday we celebrated the men and women who have lost their lives for our freedom. The mommies and daddies who didn't come home to their husbands, wives, babies, and comfortable homes. Knowing how many parents play the roles of both mom and dad while their spouse is deployed is very humbling. Those long nights where I am counting down the hours until Jon's arrival home are something so many military spouses long for. Knowing when their spouse (or son, daughter, brother, sister, etc) is coming home. What a luxury I have!
Today I stand as a proud grand daughter and daughter-in-law to 4 veterans and an even more proud American that I live in a country where complete strangers fight for my freedom. Thank you!
This weekend we were able to enjoy lots of family time, naps, tons of rain, BBQs with friends, and even a night out sans baby. Why do 3 day weekends seem to fly by quicker than a normal weekend?!