Ugh. Life is running a mile a minute these days. We're still doing something with someone all the time. I have house guests. Lucian is teething hardcore...still. Walker needs a hair cute but I'm too tired to care. Living on the edge leaves em a little less time to contemplate the loss of my man though. Or at least less time to be overcome by it. He's gonna go with me to get my first tattoo before he leaves. Sweet. In other news I'm freezing to death. Glad we talked about it.
A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy. She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years.
I'm a 23 year old wife and mom trying to find a place in the world. I'm my husband's mistress since he's married to the army. I love to read, cook, and eat, not necessarily in that order. I live, I laugh, I cry, and sometimes I even get it right.