As a military wife, I hold on to those precious moments with friends. We never know how long we'll have with our friends, when we'll be separated and when we'll meet again.
I'll often go to great lengths, drive to great lengths, to see a friend. Not all of them reciprocate the same way. Not all of them drive my direction to plan a visit with me. Or even to call and say they're in the area and are we home.
Imagine my surprise and excitement when an Arctic Tundra friend called today saying she's in the area and do I mind if she and her three boys stop by.
Do I mind? Never!
They only stayed for a short while. Two hours, tops. But those were a great two hours of catching up. Comparing her one year old to my five month old.
The funny thing is, I didn't know her long, before we left the Arctic Tundra. I knew her for less than a year. But in those months we did get to hang out, I knew she was a good person. And someone who I'd like to keep knowing.
She drove all the way down here to babysit for another friend of hers. Hours, she and her family drove, to babysit.
This is why being a military wife isn't all that bad. Because we get it. We get, sometimes we're all each other has. And if it takes driving hours or days to see each other, we'll do it.
Most of the best friendships I've ever made, I made because of, and thanks to, the military.
The military may take away your husband but in some odd, weird way, they leave you with a wife. Or two.
Sister Wives. Who knew.