Boonie hats...did I spell it right?

Ladies and Gents, my apologies, but this will be the last post for a bit, especially sad because it's only the second post.  Reason: going to a base to "rough it" without Wifi and other niceties that I have here in Norfolk.

Somewhat unplanned visits by husbands while in a stressful setting are WONDERFUL.  Like a long car ride, it is incredible how another person there (especially one who particularly loves you) makes the time fly by while stuffing cargo bags (those big, long, green duffles) full of uniforms I just learned how to wear (again, thanks to my husband who spent 1 semester in Army ROTC). 

Pictures here are the Navy uniform for the dessert.  Don't think we're too crazy, but we love our Boonie hats...my Boonie hats.  Jon wanted to take one home, but I figured they gave me two for a reason.  And they don't call those glasses BCG's for nothing...except when you're married!  (If you don't understand the reference, ask your closest military friend.)

Silence on the air for now.

The first day...

It is a tough thing to do, experience a first day.  Some first days at school are a relief to be back into the "swing" of things; but for some kids, the first day means the first time away from mom, home, and all things comfortable and familiar.  First days at college mean similar, first days graduated are saying good bye to many friends, and it continues through the rest of our lives.  Transitions are terribly difficult, whether it is one you looked forward to or one you dreaded. 

We dreaded this transition.

Today was our first day, first day actually apart after being married for exactly 1 year and having had the blessing to be in the same city for 18 months.  Praise the Lord for that blessing of a year and, as I have been reminded over and over, praise the Lord for where we are now.  As I have to remind myself, God is good and he is good all the time.  This morning, I started the process for a deployment overseas, a few weeks here and there to in-process and train then it's across the mighty ocean.

So this means many weeks of transitions, place to place, setting up lines of communication home with Jonathan, and packing and repacking until it all fits.  Praise the Lord for his steadfastness and unchanging character in the times of change as well as with me, his creation who can't seem to be all too consistent.