I Once Was Lost...

I hadn't been blogging. Not here, not on my family blog, not anywhere. There was a time where even my Facebook statuses were rarely updated. I didn't feel up to sharing. I got up, I took care of my baby, I cleaned, I cooked, I went to bed and started all over again. I occasionally fought with my husband.

And then came the much needed breath of fresh air. My husband suggested a mini-vacation to California. Ah beautiful California. Home of all my favorite things. The beach, my family and friends, and Disneyland. I needed so badly to see my family and the places I love. The state that I called home for my entire single life. The place I met and fell in love with my husband.

So we packed up the car, strapped the stroller to the roof and hit the road. We weren't on the 101, but I had the strong desire to sing "Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaa, here we cooooooooooooooome" at the top of my lungs. We left Thursday morning and after a one night pit-stop in Northern California, we made it to Monterey on Friday afternoon. It seemed quite fitting that my husband and I would be celebrating our 1 Year Wedding Anniversary in the place where we met and began our relationship. It was nothing crazy, but it was perfect for us. We attended a friend's wedding in the afternoon (yes, on our anniversary) and had dinner at one of our favorite restaurants on Cannery Row. Then a couple drinks at the British Pub we once frequented and then back home to relieve Memaw of babysitting duties. Perfect.

Hubby had to fly home that Monday to get back to work, but Livy and I were able to stay about another week and a half. It gave us time to visit with our family, and meet all the people who are so important to me and that I miss so much. Growing up my cousins were like sisters and my aunts were like friends. It is these people that make it so hard to be away from California, cause the distance keeps me from them as well.

We've been back for two weeks now, and we're still not "back to normal." I haven't unpacked everything, our routines are off, and until tonight I had only done laundry for Olivia. We're slowly but surely getting back on track. And with this renewed sense of calm that came from visiting home, comes my renewed sense of "Hooah!" I realize more than ever not just what I have given up to be a Soldier's Wife, but what my Soldier has given up for his country. I am proud to pick up his boots, and wash his ACU's and hang his awards on our walls. Because it may be a crazy life, and it may be a rough life, but it is OUR life. And we are an Army of 3.

Hooah!!

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