It's aftermidnight here in Germany...so we're officially on day 36. It's amazing that Chad's been gone 36 days already, we're down one month! So as most of you probably have heard a lot has been happening in Iraq, ok so there's ALWAYS a lot happening in Iraq. Right now where Chad's located at, he's not with his battalion, his job requires him to be at another base not far from his unit...so he's with mostly Marine's and those 10 brave Marine's who were killed are from where Chad's working at. We finally got to talk yesterday. I wasn't having a good day at all with the boys (they were playing in the playroom, climbed to the TOP of the closet...this particular closet is nothing but shelves...so our oldest climbed at least 6 shelves) they got into the fingerpaints and painted...oh how they painted. They painted the radiator, some of the windown, a little table, the dry-erase portion of the easle, part of a storage piece, a book, a little on the floor, and of course plenty was on them and their shirts. To say I was upset, is putting it lightly. I did get a picture (well I'd cleaned the window already...but got the rest). Poor Chad IM'd me at naptime,which had turned into our own little personal war and I was pretty well at the end of my rope. The IM session didn't go so well, and he called me an hour or two later, which was much better. Here he is off at war, and here I am the one crying her eyes out because these boys are driving me insane. I'm helping one of our neighbors out, she's getting ready to move to another post and already put in to take her baby out of the daycare center, so she needed someone to watch him until she leaves...so I'm helping her. That precious boy was my saving Grace on Friday. Of course while I was talking/well sobbing to Chad...getting out the sadness, anger, and just utter frustration the baby started to get upset...but just picking him up calmed him down, and Chad's calm, soothing, loving voice calmed me.
He's such a great guy. He had been up until 4 am Friday morning, getting things done for his unit, it's just him and his 2 soldiers. although since they sent up a vehicle to pick things up there was a little more help...but since the vehicle didn't even leave the recieving end camp until 9pm late night was undeniable. A nice thing is that as long as he has his work done, he can do things he wants and needs to do for himself...like getting to the gym, calling or emailing us, making sure his 2 soldiers are taken care of, etc.
I often think how unworthy I am of this man. He's not a prideful man. He's loving, tender, gentle, with strength that goes deeper than the physical strength that often men and women too associate with being strong. He's strong physically, but emotionally, and spiritually too. He's not perfect by any means..but he's still a great guy.
Tonight...I'm thankful. Thankful for this man who was brave enough 9 yrs ago to tell me that he loved me and wanted to marry me. Brave enough to be a soldier, brave enough to not let his upbringing (not having a dad around until he was a teen) stop him from being an amazing father, brave enough to stand up for his convictions.
There's a lot of "brave" people out there. So often the word Brave is thrown around very easily and carelessly...but I've met some true brave people. Our daughter, she was the BRAVEST person Chad and I have EVER known...Chad, he awes me. Many of our friends in the military and their families, Childhood Cancer families, they don't have a choice...but so many of them chose NOT to just fall apart, but to fight along with their children, searching for answers and not allowing anything but the best care for their children. Military kids, some of the most amazing children! Not all of them, but a lot of them!
Tonight, I hope you think of someone who you know who's truly brave. Sometimes it's not something they've done, but something they've gone through yet chose to not just crumble under it all.
The bravest person imo...Jesus Christ. This maybe our deployment journal...but neither Chad or I would have a lick of bravery, strength, intergrity, without Jesus.