I have a wonderful family. It’s made up of some really delightful people. Some are always happy. Some are very funny. Others extremely loving. In fact, I guess they all are. Some tell great stories and some have sad stories that they never tell.
They are all strong, decisive, compassionate, male and female, young and old. Well, my age; I guess that’s old.
I have a very large family. Made up of sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers. Some are even related. Most of my family members are tough as nails, but only when handling the challenges of life. Most are gentle as doves when handling other people’s hearts.
That’s why I love them. I do. They are my Army family. They support me, they think of me, they laugh and cry with me. And I do the same with them. We share common experiences even if we weren’t stationed in the same place at the same time. Because they can relate, we have a short hand, an understanding, so some things can be left unspoken.
But that doesn’t mean there aren’t lots of words exchanged. And lots of hugs, and smiles. My Army family lives all over the world. But we are never far apart. A phone call, an e-mail, a text – that’s all we need to reconnect. We have memories we will hold onto tenderly for a lifetime.
There is much gratitude and joy every time we think of each other. Or whenever we are blessed to actually be together. I didn’t know when I married my Soldier that I would gain all this. What a happy surprise. What a splendid gift: our Army family.