My friend Jon has a brother and that brother is soon to be deployed for a long time. Jon’s brother & army buddies like to read his blog, so he asked all of us to submit something for the guys to read. I thought over it a long time, and today I figured out what I wanted to say. The inspiration came as I was staring at the hood of our Ford 350 Van trying to decide if I was brave enough to change the air filter, which needs doing, and my DH is gone away for 2 1/2 weeks for his National Guard AT.
Dear Soldier Guys,
We love you and we’re proud of you. We appreciate the sacrifice you make to serve our country and make people free across the world. While you are gone, we have to learn to do things that usually you did for us. Stuff we know you loved to do for us and we loved to have you do it.
Some of those things aren’t really so hard, once we manage to remember that they have to be done even though you aren’t here to do them. Things like:
Filling the car with gas.
Mowing the lawn.
Checking the weather report so the kids know what to wear to school or whether to mow the lawn today or can it be put off until tomorrow?
Cleaning out the rain gutters.
Some of the things require more technical skill, and we consider asking a brother/father/friend to do it, before our pride kicks in and we do it all on our own after all. Things like:
Using power tools to install a baby gate at the top of the stairs. (Don’t worry, we recorded the baby crawling so you won’t miss seeing her first taste of independence.)
Changing the air filter in the car. (That check engine light seemed like the a small blinking herald of doom, but it turned out OK.)
Opening pickle jars.
Emptying mouse traps and/or killing spiders.
The one thing we never quite get good at is falling asleep at night without you there beside us. We never quite get the knack of that, no matter how long your deployment lasts.
So promise you’ll come home to us,
Remember we pray for you every day,
And know that we are alright, just a little sleep-deprived.
And we love you.
And we can’t wait for you to come home and take over squishing the spiders.
The Girls Back Home