The Life of a Military Partner

Now, I usually don’t have much to complain about a weekend here or a training there, but I always forget the sacrifices that come with being with someone who is in the military.

And these 3 weeks away, really isn’t too bad, that is until his son continually asks “dada?” That’s when my heart breaks a little more.

I can deal with the empty bed, and eating alone. I can really deal with it all pretty well. I find things to do to keep me busy and I try my hardest not to dwell on things I can’t change.

But every morning when I go in to wake the little one up, he looks past me and asks, “dada?”. He’s not old enough for me to try to explain where his dad is, but he’s old enough that he still knows that he’s gone. Thankfully, he usually only asks for him a few times and then we go on with our day.

Until again, something sparks the question of where dad is.

I’m so proud of him for taking this journey and this opportunity which will further his career and our future, but I can’t say it enough, please, come home soon. ❤

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