This week has been full of emotions. All the feelings, all the good thoughts about how far we’ve come.
Veteran’s Day is that anniversary day, if you will, that reminds me of how grateful I am for my husband, my Veteran.
Our lives have been blessed significantly. We’ve had moments of ups and downs, and we’ve battled PTSD square in the face. But the best thing about all of that: the tears, sleepless nights, family vacations that have been difficult because of anxiety, depression, and stress, the moments of being at a veterans luncheon, listening to our kids belly laugh so hard that we have tears, take a camper through the mountains, and spend time with our family and friends–those moments, those experiences we’ve done together, as a team.
So, this weekend, I’m thankful for my Veteran husband. I’m blessed to know other veterans who have shared their story with me, or my husband. I’m honored to read their stories through writing group, to hear them change the narrative.
I’m even thankful for that chunk of a bomb, the IED that blasted through my husband’s truck on deployment. I’m blessed to hear that stories of Sam’s deployment, even the challenging ones, as he works through his trauma for healing.
We owe so much to our veterans. We owe them a kind heart and listening ear. We owe them respect, and we can even give them a handshake, a hug, a nod–acknowledging that their service means so much to all of us.
Take time to remember, honor, and love a Veteran this weekend. I know I will.
