A Little Pink In A World Of Camo

I have been thinking of this for awhile. I was not sure what I wanted to say. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings on this and yet I start to write and nothing comes out. At least not the way it sounded in my head.
I heard about it a few weeks ago. I cried as I read the words. Another wife, another child, another family was grieving the loss of a husband, father, friend, son, brother, and marine. A Little Pink In A World Of Camo. My heart broke for her loss.

I can't imagine what it would be like to get that knock at the door. To grieve the loss of my husband. I pray I never have to know those feelings.

Rachel is running a 5k to honor her husband, as well as all marines who have given their lives or part of their lives. She is raising money for Hope For Warriors. I admire her. I pray for her and for their sweet baby girl.

In the blog word there is an endless amount of  women who share one thing in common. They are they wife, girlfriend, and even a fiance' of a soldier. They are women in the military, and although they may not be lacing up a pair of combat boots, or packing their sea bag, they are currently serving, preparing to or recovering from serving their own deployments. We share an understanding of what its like to say good bye and watch your soldier leave, some of us wont ever know what it is like to say good bye for the last time, and unfortunately some us will, and have. When you hear of a loss such as this, you heart breaks for your sister, for the stranger who you have followed on the journey for so long, or for just a few weeks. Either way you grieve for them, for that family, for that wife, for the life that was lost. It is a sisterhood. Whether its the girls who live on base, have husbands that are in the same unit, or even just another military wife, its your sister. We are forever going to be apart of this strange sisterhood, that many wont ever understand because they have never been married in the military.

I feel so blessed today. For the knowledge I have of the gospel. For the sweet little boy who screams mamamama for no reason at all. For the wonderful man who chose to marry me, for whatever crazy reasons he had. Who even from thousands of miles away, knows exactly what I need from him. I am looking for the silver lining in all of the trials, the joy, the strength I find from reading another blog. As strange as it does, it helps. It really does.