I don’t know why Thanksgiving has to be so complicated but it sure makes me miss the simpler times when Bret was in the Army and we lived far away from a lot of the drama that goes on this time of year.
We were young. My goodness were we young! Since we’d only been married a year by our first Thanksgiving, I was pretty much on a major learning curve the entire time with my cooking skills. I had to rely primarily on recipes from my mom and grandmother to get me through since the internet was still fairly new and not widely available.
Back then, it didn’t matter that we lived in a tiny base apartment. It didn’t matter that our household income was sometimes below the poverty level. It didn’t even matter who was mad at who. It didn’t matter because we were all in the same boat together. Everyone was invited. Everyone.
An ocean separated us from our families back home but cramped quarters had us sitting on top of one another and we didn’t mind a bit. There were times that over 20 of us crowded into the kitchen and living room of a 900 sq ft apartment! Our kids (some of whom are now serving in the military!) played until late in the night and we all hung out for untold hours because we didn’t have to be anywhere else that day.
I will forever treasure those six years of military living and am eternally thankful for the friendships that have lasted since. But more importantly, I am thankful for the men and women who continue to protect my family and I, allowing us the freedom to enjoy (or not) all of our holidays.
Please consider sending a card to a soldier who has chosen to protect your freedom instead of spending time with his or her family this season. Here’s the address of a soldier who has done just that and will be away from her kids while she continues her deployment in Afghanistan:
APO AE 09356
Happy Thanksgiving and God bless our troops!