a vet's wife

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

It is so hard to go from the wife on the arm of her soldier to a veteran's wife.
Please don't get me wrong, being his wife no matter his job is what I want more than anything in this life. And trust me when I say his career didn't define me, but it did define our family.
It doesn't make it easy when I see him standing in the closet looking at his uniforms with love as he hangs them away.
Or when people ask him what he does, he swallows hard and he is still able to tell them he just got out of the Army because it was only December.
It's hard when he goes to the gym and he corrects himself that it is no longer PT but just staying in shape.
It is hard to see those dog tags hanging on the bathroom mirror and him not wearing them.
It's even harder when you are unpacking and I put all of his pt clothes BACK in his drawer,
he laughed a little when he saw it... I just did it out of habit.
Its so very hard, hard that he no longer wears that uniform, but deserves the same respect.
My husband is a veteran.


  1. Before my husband joined the Army, I could never picture us as a military family. 3 years later, though? I think I'd feel exactly the way you do. It defines our family. Would be so strange without it.

    Thanks for linking up for Wednesday Walkabout!
    ~Sarah, GI Joe's Wife

  2. Hi! I found your super cute blog on the blog hop. I am your newest follower and was hopin' that you would stop by, stay a while, and follow me back if you like what you read!

    Have a great night!


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