Old Friends Know No Time

So Gregg is off becoming an elite 1% of our population in the World Greatest Air Force...

Now Lyla and I have to find ways to keep ourselves busy so that hopefully the time will pass quickly.

Thank goodness the weekend after he left was going to be a busy one.

My cousin Brittany took Lyla and I to a McDonalds dinner date. That gave Lyla a reason to play and have fun! So happy for that.

Then we also had one of Lyla's old friends from preschool having a birthday party at the Monkey House. She was super excited about that! I was too..because it was a few hours that could be accounted for where I had no option but to put on a smile. You can't very well break down in the middle of a bouncy house at a child's birthday party.

These girls hadn't seen each other in a long time and it was like no time had passed at all.
As soon as they seen each other they played together, they sat together, they chatted together. It made me envious of my daughter. I want a friend like that!

She even let Lyla sit in the "birthday" chair with her!
So sweet!

So thankful for a busy weekend!
So thankful that Lyla had a good time!
One weekend down....eight more to go!


bringing faith to life

I have a confession.

When I wake up in the morning one of the first things I do is look at my iPhone.
Love me or Hate me...that's what I do.
No apologies!

I usually look at the news app and weather app to "prepare" for my day. Then I go to my Feedler app to read any new blog posts.

Well this morning I came across Kelly's blog post about this link up called "Build 'em Up"
I am not really into the Fashion Friday or Menu Monday linkys ....not because they are bad...but because I have no fashion and I don't make a menu...so there isn't much out there for me...

Until I came across this.
If there is one thing that I can link up about in a discussion ..it is my faith.

I love having those very tense religious discussions...only I don't feel tense because I'm not trying to "win" anyone over to my side..and I really take an interest in what others believe. I mean who's to say that either one of us is 100% right?

I believe that this is the first edition of this linky and the "theme" is
 Bringing Faith to Life

How do I bring my faith to life?

I have been thinking on this for a while now which reminds me that I love how God works in my life. I usually have a topic just fluttering in my head and then one day when I sit down to read or play on the computer that topic is all over the place.

Lately that topic is being the wife, mother....Woman..that God wants me to be. The woman that I want to be an example for my daughter.

Earlier this year I wrote a post about finding me in 2013
I had realized that before my husband left for Basic Training..that I was making so many excuses not to clean or do laundry...I just wanted to rest.
Is that the woman that I want my daughter to become?
Absolutely not!

Once my husband was gone...I loved finding his random shirts in the laundry to fold and put away. I was happy to do it. I missed cooking big meals for all of us to eat.
All thing things I wanted rest from..I missed.

Yesterday I was stalking Courtney's new blog and watching all her videos that she posted when I came across her Proverbs 31 bible study. I had known for a while that she had that on her blog and on every email when you subscribe to her blog..but I just ignored it.

I didn't really want to be a Proverbs 31 Woman..it looked exhausting.and I didn't have the energy for it.

How humbling is this? How pathetic was I? Oh my word!

I don't want my daughter to see me hating folding her clothes, dreading cooking dinner, putting off mopping the floors.

I want my daughter to see me take pride in our home, lovingly fold my husband's clothes, have her help me make dinner...
I want her to know that being a mother and taking care of your home is an important job...a prideful job...a respectable job!

This video was my "awakening"

So I downloaded Courtney's bible study on the Proverbs 31 woman.. rounded up a few women and we are doing a 14 week bible study on this woman! And I am overjoyed!

So to bring my faith to life is to LIVE MY FAITH

Live my role that God set out for me.
I am so excited to step into that role and get started!!!


Zero Week

So they tell you that Basic Training is eight weeks long..but they don't count in Zero Week.

The hardest week ever!
That is the week I take my husband to the airport and watch him fly away from me.

I have stayed strong this whole time ..supporting and being a great cheerleader for my husband..while the moment I get time to myself I break down because I am nervous about running this house by myself..I don't want him to go and I know I am going to miss him terribly!

January 1, 2013
We go to out processing. He tests...I wait. He signs papers..I can feel my stomach inching it's way up into my throat.
Then the man says, "Be at the airport at 04:45.....tomorrow"

What! Tomorrow!
This is happening Tomorrow!

I mean it isn't like they just sprung this on us.. We knew it was coming. He is excited for it. I want to go into the fetal position.

Ok.. I pull it together..put on a smile and tell my husband how proud I am of him.

We grab some last minute things that he needs to pack and we spend the day as a family just relaxing.

That night. I broke. I broke hard.
I broke uncontrollably.
How can you be so proud of your husband for wanting to serve our country and wanting to provide a better life for you but secretly wish that he would just put his dreams aside and stay HOME!

I feel asleep crying that night while he held me. It was like the roles were reversed. I wasn't leaving ..he was..yet he was comforting me.

He woke up the next morning at 3am .. had his bags pack and looked at me and said, " No more tears..let's get this over with"

With tears in my eyes I muster out a whimpy, "ok"

So we grab baby girl, get in the car, and head to the airport.

At the airport Lyla was fully awake. I swear God's hand was on her .. I guess she didn't want to miss the last moments with dad before he left. I was expecting her to be fully asleep..it was actually the opposite.

This picture breaks heart even today.

Once we watched him walk through the gate. We went around the airport to a gravel lot to watch Daddy's plane take off. It was a 32 degree freezing morning. I tried so hard to be strong in front of Lyla but I just couldn't find the strength. I cried so hard I was shaking. She wiped my tears and told me she would be my sunshine while Daddy was gone. Thank you God! God was definitely there with us that morning because I don't think either one of us could have handled this without his touch.
Daddy's plane took off and went out of sight.
Lyla said it sounded like thunder.
We waved goodbye and drove home....alone.
Gregg would be on his own journey and there was no way I could help him or make it any easier for him.
Meanwhile Lyla and I were on a journey ourselves of learning to cope without Gregg and keep ourselves busy for the next nine weeks.
Oh Lord..How is this going to turn out?
Can I do it?
I know I can..but what if I just don't want to.
Once we get home..by the grace of God Lyla goes back to sleep and I try to rest with her.
At 7am I get a text from Gregg telling me that flying is awesome..and he has just arrived in Dallas. He hasn't flown since he was a very young child. He has to rush though to catch the next plane to San Antontio.
Once in San Antonio he is to find the USO and stay there until a bus picks them up and takes them to the Lackland Air Force Base. I tell him to try to catch a nap before the chaos begins but he says it is so packed there is no where to even stand.
My heart is breaking because there is nothing I can do for him. I want to help. I want to comfort.

He grabbed some lunch.. and found a recliner to relax in. Good. I'm more calm. He's resting. Now I start praying for the next nine weeks to go by faster than I have ever imagined!
Here we are:
Zero Week
...I got the quick scripted call at 9pm that he was there safely...I had the template of the address ready ..all I had to do was fill in numbers when he called. I told him we already had a letter written and would send it off as soon as possible.


Joining the World's Greatest Air Force

I didn't announce it out to the Internet world...mainly for safety issues but my husband joined the Air Force! I am so proud of him!
I knew this was a long time coming because he was raised as an Army Brat. He was born in D.C moved to Germany then came back to the USA for many more moves within our country. He loves talking about those stories. He had mentioned a few times that he should have went to the Army right out of high school...but he didn't ..and I knew the topic of him going into our military was soon to come up in a conversation.

Well..eventually it did. To be honest..I hated the idea! I don't trust our government right now...I don't trust our world and the way life is going now. I absolutely did not want him be away ...from me..from our family...from home. But..I also knew that it was something that he had always wanted to do..something that would make him happy ..So..all I can do is support him with a smile and hold the fort down while he is gone.

Once we talked and he knew I was behind him and supported him...he didn't waste any time. It seemed like the next day papers were signed and we were getting ready for Basic Military Training. Wow.

I did know one thing that I wanted to have a say in and that was going Active Duty..I didn't want that to happen. I am not a traveler. I like home. I was raised here.I want to die here. I don't want to have to move my child from country to country or state to state along with all our belongings. Oh it would be a mess! I know military families do that..and some love it! I have all the respect in the world for them...but personally I don't know if I could sanely handle it.

So he joined the Air National Guard .. said the oath.. signed some papers..packed a bag and he was off January 2, 2013 at 6am to San Antonio, Texas on Lackland Air Force Base.

That fast.
It was done.
He is no longer mine
He belongs to our country

I'm proud
I'm sad
I'm scared

But like it or not..
We are on this journey
Here we go out into the wild blue yonder

The next few posts about our Air Force journey will be written "now" about "then" ...but I want to record these memories..Don't want to miss this!