Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I love Fall.

We've been spending a lot of time outside lately. The weather has been pretty great so for about an hour every night, we play outside. Sometimes we walk around the neighborhood, other times we just hang out in the back yard. No matter what we do, I really enjoy our family time.

Miss A is such an outdoorsy kid. She loves dirt, rocks, and sticks, and pretty much everything else she's not typically supposed to have. I love that she isn't afraid of trying new things. She'll run, climb, and jump on anything. She's my little explorer.

Here are some of the most recent adventures we've had:






 



Yes, in that last one... she is sitting on Mia. She loves the dogs so much. Gunner is doing great adjusting to our family. He'll be 6 months old in a few days, weighs 80 pounds and is 28 inches tall. He's already so big, but he's nowhere near done growing yet. 

I'm excited to see what the rest of this year bring. Between all the holidays, business booming (Woo! I hit 800 fans on my photography page yesterday!!), and finishing up reintegration, life is great. 

God Bless ♥ V






Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Shutdown Frustrations

I told myself I wasn't going to blog about the government shutdown because I haven't thoroughly educated myself on the politics of it all... but I decided that since this is "My Life as an Army Wife," I figure what the heck. I'll throw my frustrations out there.

First, threatening military pay is not the way to go. Not only is it disrespectful to our armed forces, but it also looks terrible in the public eye. It doesn't look good to Americans, or the rest of the world. When our gates on post were closed, the normal 20 minute drive to work took my husband over an hour because of the immense amounts of traffic. I understand that running the military is expensive, but so is congress's salary.

Second, the fact that death benefits were not being given to families of soldiers who were killed in action during the shutdown makes me absolutely sick. I can not imagine getting that call, "Sorry your husband died... but you're gonna have to find your own way to the air field to meet his remains... and to cover all the other expenses that comes along with this." No, that's just not okay.

Third, it is driving me nuts that we cant' do anything about this. The approval rating for congress is a measly 5%. We can't fight back. We can't freely voice our opinions in several places now... So much for freedom of speech. I'm rather frustrated with that.

The last one I'm going to write about, even though there are several more... Why is congress still getting paid? They aren't doing there job. Shutting down innocent people who are working their behinds off to support their families, but keeping their own paychecks? That's not how government is supposed to go. Government is supposed to protect the little guy, not squish him. I guess I'm just irritated.

On a high note, all the gates are opened on post again. The commissary opened back up yesterday. Oh, and somehow I managed to get Miss A a same-day appointment when the nurse called me back (less than an hour after I called?!?) at 10:30. What? That's absurd, right? I promise, I'm not lying. I was in shock too.

God Bless ♥ V

Friday, October 04, 2013

One Year

I meant to write this yesterday, but my day just didn't allow for that... So now that I finally have a minute, here goes nothing!

One year ago (yesterday), I said "see you soon" to my husband. My sweet nine-week-old baby girl said "see you soon" to her dad. My husband said "see you soon" to everything he knew. Our deployment started.

I remember not sleeping at all the night before he left. When morning came, I started bawling almost immediately. I knew that the day would bring more heartache and emotional distress than anything I'd ever experienced. To say that I was dreading that afternoon would be the understatement of the year. I desperately wanted time to stop. As I watched my husband get out of bed for the last time, brush his teeth for the last time, and pretend to be hungry enough to eat breakfast, I couldn't help but cry.

I watched my husband hold our daughter close, savoring every last moment he had with her. I watched him as he imagined what she would be like when he came home, how different she'd be, how much she would grow, how much she would be able to do.



When we went to the company to send him off, things went quicker than expected. Even though the minutes dragged on, the hours went fast. Once he went into formation it was all over... the tears were flowing. When he turned around and gave me "half of his heart," I lost it.


Somehow I managed to make it home, then back on post for a girls night. The next few days were long, making the adjustment to taking care of a new baby by myself, having my phone attached to my hip at all times, and learning to deal with the stresses of deployment. 

When I reflect on the last year, I can not believe how much has happened. I look at my little girl, how tiny she was, and how much she has grown. I sit here and cry as I write this, because time goes way too fast. I felt so conflicted through the entire deployment: wanting time to speed up so my husband would be home, but wanting it to slow down so I could enjoy my little baby. Even though she was a chunky one, she was so little. 

Then


Now

I think about how much she's changed. She has 1/3 less lung, 11 more teeth (and two cutting as I speak), and weighs 11 more pounds. She has grown about eight inches, and has went from three months clothing to 18 months and 2T. Her hair is lighter, her eyes are darker, and her voice is louder. She walks, talks, and learns something new every day. 

I look at how much my life has changed. Though I'm not in school this semester, I've learned a lot. My photography is over double what it was last year. I have realistic goals that I'm working towards. My husband and I have grown closer. Life is good. We have a new dog, new furniture, and so many other new things. So much is different. 

I see how much has changed in one year, and can't help but wonder where I'm at in a year from now. Will I be pregnant? Or even have another child? (Let's hope that's still a while off...) Will we be in this house or a different one? Will I still be doing photography? Will I open a studio? Will I get a "normal" job and put A in daycare? Who knows where we will be in a year. Chances are, we will still be here in Georgia. I'll be closing in on graduating from Georgia Southern. Hopefully Miss A will be potty trained. Maybe my photography will have taken off and I'll have an office space in a bigger house, or even a studio. Who knows! 

I'm excited to see what the next year gives to us. 

Then

Now 

God Bless ♥ V