I was humbled today.
Brought to tears by a friend.
All she did was thank me. But it was for something that meant a lot to her. Something I would never, in my most boastful of moments, have thought to take any credit for.
But there, in her Facebook post, she gave it to me.
Mind blown.
Our family moves. A lot.
Five moves over 8 1/2 years.
That's a lot of new neighbors. New co-workers. New Navy spouses.
Sometimes it is hard, as a Navy wife, to see the upcoming change and muster up the energy and enthusiasm to start over.
Sometimes it is hard to put forth the effort into finding friendship.
Sometimes I think I would much rather become a hermit. And just keep to myself and my children.
But, inevitably, friendships are made. Dinners are shared. Trips and pictures and late-nights over bottles of wine and birthday's and deployments and homecomings and ER trips and Halloween parties and Thanksgiving meals for A LOT of people happen. And my memories are sweet.
In the midst of all of that, I don't think about the memories my friends will have of me.
Is that weird? Do other people think about what other people are going to remember about them?
It sounds exhausting and unnatural.
I try to keep it real. To be myself. To smile most of the time. And to keep the "crazy white girl" on reserve for only the closest of friends.
Just kidding.
Sort of.
So it is humbling to hear what someone thinks of me.
To hear what some one thanks me for.
It makes me thankful for this life. For the friends I have made along the way.
I am thankful to have wonderful people that have let me become part of their life. Whether it was eight years ago or last month. I am thankful for the chance to make some good memories.
Thankful for the life lessons. Thankful for the support during the crazy times (surgeries and the flu and deployments and school struggles and successes and all manner of challenges).
Just thankful all around.
So here is a big "thank you", Misty, for getting me all teary eyed today and helping me to reflect on this crazy life.
Brought to tears by a friend.
All she did was thank me. But it was for something that meant a lot to her. Something I would never, in my most boastful of moments, have thought to take any credit for.
But there, in her Facebook post, she gave it to me.
Mind blown.
Our family moves. A lot.
Five moves over 8 1/2 years.
That's a lot of new neighbors. New co-workers. New Navy spouses.
Sometimes it is hard, as a Navy wife, to see the upcoming change and muster up the energy and enthusiasm to start over.
Sometimes it is hard to put forth the effort into finding friendship.
Sometimes I think I would much rather become a hermit. And just keep to myself and my children.
But, inevitably, friendships are made. Dinners are shared. Trips and pictures and late-nights over bottles of wine and birthday's and deployments and homecomings and ER trips and Halloween parties and Thanksgiving meals for A LOT of people happen. And my memories are sweet.
In the midst of all of that, I don't think about the memories my friends will have of me.
Is that weird? Do other people think about what other people are going to remember about them?
It sounds exhausting and unnatural.
I try to keep it real. To be myself. To smile most of the time. And to keep the "crazy white girl" on reserve for only the closest of friends.
Just kidding.
Sort of.
So it is humbling to hear what someone thinks of me.
To hear what some one thanks me for.
It makes me thankful for this life. For the friends I have made along the way.
I am thankful to have wonderful people that have let me become part of their life. Whether it was eight years ago or last month. I am thankful for the chance to make some good memories.
Thankful for the life lessons. Thankful for the support during the crazy times (surgeries and the flu and deployments and school struggles and successes and all manner of challenges).
Just thankful all around.
So here is a big "thank you", Misty, for getting me all teary eyed today and helping me to reflect on this crazy life.
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