While talking with a young friend recently, she lamented how little she’d accomplished during the year her husband was deployed.
“I just feel like I didn’t meet any of the goals I set for myself while he was gone,” she said as we sipped our skinny mocha whatevs at Starbucks.
“I didn’t run that marathon. I didn’t finish losing the weight I wanted.”
“Wait a second,” I stopped her.
“You took several college classes. You homeschooled your girls!” I gestured at those sweet girls, dressed in matching outfits with neatly groomed hair, happily slurping hot chocolate.
“You didn’t just keep your girls alive-you thrived! Look how happy they are!”
I am not one to pretend things are great when they are not, so she knew I wasn’t blowing smoke. And this conversation reminded me of that one year.
The Year I Watched the Gilmore Girls.
Now, lest you think this is an essay about how I sat on the couch an entire year, let me reassure you…it is. Haha, I jest! (Kind of..) In this era of Pinterest envy, it almost seems sacrilegious to encourage other military spouses to… (gasp!) do nothing. But I am.
