We just ate our last lunch as a civilian family in our home. In about an hour, we will head out for West Point, first stopping at a special family’s house along the way which is sure to be a bloggable event.
We are becoming a military family, I guess. In true W-H fashion, we did not have a Norman Rockwell dinner or lunch where we were all sitting around the table, laughing and smiling with every bite, singing Kum-Bi-Yah.
I guess we are a really human family and my expectations might have been too high. I am disappointed but trying to not dwell on things not ending perfectly like I wanted.
At this point, I’m averaging about 6-8 crying jags a day and think waterproof mascara is the order of the day for about the next week at least.
If you are reading this, please pray for us as we make this important journey. It is becoming a reality and I need to keep my eyes on Jesus.
I am the mama of a soldier…I am the mama of a soldier.
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26