There isn’t exactly a Toys R Us here, so if you would like to help, please feel free to send a package of goodies and toys for the innocent victims of this conflict. I can’t promise that they will get here in time to go to these 4 children. However, it is the unfortunate reality that these 4 will not be the last children to be cared for by the staff at the Bastion Hospital. My goal is to have them stocked with more toys than they could ever possibly give away.
I’ve been asked by Care.com to contribute to a series about celebrating the holidays as a military family. In Holiday Boot Camp for the Military Spouse, Care.com listed resources for 26 tips for making this holiday special – no matter where your family is stationed.
In 2002, you would have been hard pressed to find a more patriotic American than me. I was a newlywed, the wife of a Special Forces soldier who was fighting the War on Terror on the front lines, and I was a huge advocate for our presence in Iraq. The partisan political buzz didn’t dissuade my opinions (and in hindsight, I don’t believe I was wrong) about aggressively battling terrorists on their home turfs.
I’ve had so many people ask me how the transition of Gregg being home has gone. This past weekend, while Gregg had drill in Alabama, the kids and I visited my parents in West Virginia. At church Sunday, their pastor asked me how married life was treating me – as if we were newlyweds. It made me laugh. It also made me want to share this.
Since he’s been there, the United States economy began its decline. Jobs in Gregg’s market have been in serious decline and the 8000 mile separation seemed interminable. A contract end date would approach, no jobs would pop up, so Gregg would be forced to sign another contract and stay a few more months, and it would cycle all over again.
Johnathan turned three in May. As I post this, it’s August 12th, and we finally see an end.
Several months ago, Gregg was faced with a tough decision. He had fulfilled two contracts in Afghanistan, had been gone for eighteen months, and needed to decide if he was going to stay there or come home. He fasted and prayed and sought what the right decision would be. Then he called me.Pin It
Here’s the menu for my family for the week of March 14th. This is an unusual week for me. Our church is taking part in a call to 40 days of fasting and prayer. I’ve decided to do a Daniel Fast throughout the 40-days, and that begins on Wednesday. Gregg’s food options in Afghanistan aren’t great, so he will maintain his weekly day of a full fast. Kaylee is going to be fasting from refined sugar. Scott and Johnathan will not be fasting.
On top of that, I have a Kentucky Romance Writers Workshop this weekend that will involve eating dinner out three times, and the children eating elsewhere.Pin It
Yesterday, my 13-year-old daughter, Kaylee, and I were at a store buying some essentials to put into a care package for my husband (who is in Afghanistan). While we were there, I stopped by the large magazine rack to see if there were any fitness magazines that he might want or need (he is about to launch a fitness blog). Kaylee asked if she could get a fashion magazine. She is extremely interested in fashion and has even made noises about maybe becoming a fashion designer (the fashion industry could really use a Christian influence – heh.) Before I realized it, she had a copy of Cosmopolitan in her hand. Right on the front cover was: The Sex Quiz You Must Take.
For those of you who read me who are not in the “blogging world”, this weekend is a huge blogging conference called Blissdom. Some of us couldn’t go because an ocean separates them from Nashville, some of us chose not to go because we just met up with our husbands in Kuwait while he took a vacation from Afghanistan last week and we thought the stress of Mommy going away for another whole weekend would be too much for our toddlers, and some of us just couldn’t go.