Army Wives

I received this in my e-mail, and wanted to share it with all my other Army Wife friends. It's cheesy, but reminded me of myself :) Hope you enjoy!

Army Wives

I'm the one you walk past in Wal-Mart smelling a man's brand of
deodorant and buying the same brand of shower gel. I'm trying to
remember his smell.

I'm the one you see in the back of the church, a tear running down my
face as the congregation prays for our country and our troops. He's one
of them.

I'm the one you beep at for sitting at a green light. I was looking at
the flag blowing in the breeze at the corner gas station and thinking of
all it means to me, to him, and to our life together.

I'm the one with a trunk full of flat rate boxes and customs forms, I
know my local postal workers by name. The package I send him every pay
day makes him seem close to me.

I'm the one with a funny looking decal in the back windshield of my car,
you wonder where it came from and if it might mean something. He gave it
to me before he left, it's his MOS and we are proud.

I'm the one you walk past as I completely fall apart and lose it because
I left my cell phone at home. You might think "it's just a phone", but
it's the life line of my marriage and it was his day to call.

I'm the one you have labeled as quiet or reserved, the one who is never
really part of anything, you don't know I wear the far a-way look
because my heart boarded the plane with his.

I'm the one that hears 'tell him I say thanks, that I'm praying for him
' at least once a day, and I always tell him for you, but I can't help
but think, who prays for me as I continue to do my best to serve him.

I'm the one that nods right along as you say that you understand or that
it's better now with the internet. I know that it is, but what you don't
know is that nothing will ever replace the joy of receiving a letter or
that the webcams and instant messenger just remind me of all the million
little things about him that I love and miss.

I'm the one that is so used to saying I'm fine, to being numb, to
missing him, that I can't remember any other way to be. I wonder at
times if the 'fine' he tells me is the same 'fine' that I seem to be
these days.

I'm the one that hates Friday and Saturday nights as I sit alone at
home. I'm in a new town and don't know anyone to hang out with. The
weekends remind me my best friend isn't here to show me around and make
the best of a new place together.

I'm the one that eats more frozen dinners now because I don't want to
cook for just myself. The one who six months ago couldn't picture myself
eating out alone; but have since taken it to an art-form, no longer even
needing a book or headphones to displace the emptiness of a nice
restaurant.

I'm the one that is as strong and patriotic as the hero I married, not
because I stand on the frontlines but because I stay behind stoking the
home-fires for months on end with a quiet resolve not unlike the one
that personifies him.

I'm the one that tells an ACU teddy bear or the moon goodnight that I
love you, because it makes me feel less lonely and because I hope he
somehow hears or feels it.

I'm the one that turns the porch light on at sunset to light his way
back home, to me, to our life together, to the love and the good times
we once shared.

I'm the wife of an American Soldier; I'm the hope that lives within him
after storm clouded days. The freedom from war that gives wings to his
heart, may they reach across the miles and bind our hearts together
against all that we must face in this world.

Note from Bob - for three deployments now I have marveled at the
strength of our Army wives and how they stand up to the hardships and
challenges they endure and handle. I wish more Americans understood and
appreciated the price you pay for their freedoms. I salute you all.