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30 Days of Thanks: Day 5

Our December 2011 trip to Scotland. The view from Edinburgh Castle.

Today, I’m thankful for the Air Force and the opportunities it gives us every day. Many of you know that the Mister is a pilot in the Air Force. Some of you know the frustrations I feel due to his employer. But with the not so great, there is the really great. A steady salary to help us pay our bills, put food in our belly’s, keep a roof over our head, and afford us the occasional treat. Health care, dental care, life insurance, and so many more grown up boxes are checked because of his job.

And then there is the fun stuff. The fact that we were able to travel to England and Scotland for a week last Christmas (and speaking of, I am thankful for Scotland. And England). The gym where I am welcome to any spinning class I want. The amazing friends we’ve made. And so many more extra little perks that come with being part of something so big – the military.

So today is a three parter – Thank you Great Britain, just for existing and letting this girl visit as often as she can. Thank you to the Air Force for providing a life for our little family. And thank you to my LT for working so hard, day in and day out, so we have these advantages.

xoxo, Mallory

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Working for the Weekend

What do you do when your hard work all week long is not rewarded with a weekend relaxing with your husband? Seriously what? I need ideas.

Being the wife of a pilot in the Air Force is not always rainbows. Sometimes you’re in bed before your husband gets home. Other times you spend the weekend apart because he has to fly. Then there are trips + deployments, but we won’t even go there. What I’m trying to get at, is you get really good at finding a good girlfriend to have dinner with. You get really good at running errands alone. You find a hobby. You get in phenomenal shape. You learn to like alone time.

But in all honesty, sometimes it just sucks. But really, it probably sucks a little worse for him.

Favorite alone activity. Go:

xoxo, Mallory

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First of all, we are happy to announce, we will only be homeless for a week when we move to Mississippi. We were offered a house on base and jumped at the opportunity, forgetting the fact that we were going to play hardball and ask for a four bedroom home. I guess thinking about being homeless puts things into perspective for you, and a three bedroom home seems like total perfection. And yes, that is our floor plan. Also, we’ve decided to go on vacation for our “Homeless week.” So all in all, not too bad.

Home is a funny thing in the military. “Home is where the heart is.” “Home is where my family is.” “Home is where the Air Force sends us.” I’ve heard it all. But in 7 moves in 5 years, I’ve figured out where Home is. Home is not where you grew up, yet it has seen all your growing. Home is not where your loved ones are, yet your loved ones always have a spot in Home. Home is not the physical dwelling which we so painstakingly decorate and make our own. Yet without Home, we would never enjoy that physical dwelling.

Home is our heart. When you have to move every year or so (sometimes less) you come to realize you have to bring your Home with you. Home is your family, your familiarity, your happiness. Our Home is wherever we can be together. And soon enough, we’ll extend that Home to one more special little baby.

When Home is your heart, there are wonderful things to be said, and there are some ugly things as well. It’s easy to settle into a new house, a new neighborhood, a new state. You make memories quickly in a house, because as long as we’re together, it’s always Home. But when we are apart, which unfortunately is a semi-common occurrence with Jonathan’s job, our Home is torn apart. We each have a little piece of Home, and those pieces crave closeness. Need to be together. So it makes time apart even harder than it already is.

7 moves in 5 years. 7 moves in 5 years.┬áIt sounds crazy when I lay it out like that. But each move has been with my Home, so it’s not too bad.

xoxo, Mallory

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Weekend Recap

If there is one thing I’ve learned, it is that I cannot be counted on to take, upload, AND edit photos in time for them to be relevant on the blog. Which is why I love Instagram.

Sure, it might be the lazy man’s way out. But my phone is a lot easier to lug around than my camera. And I can get the photos from Instagrid, without even having to connect my phone to the computer. So get ready to see lots of Instagram photos up in here.

This weekend was a quick trip to Shreveport, LA to visit great friends and their dog, eat wonderful homemade food, and oogle over planes at the Barksdale AFB Air Show. Visiting Dan + Jill (and Scout, of course) is always wonderful and this weekend did not disappoint. Plus, I snuck away to the Gap Outlet and got myself a pair of white skinny jeans. Score one for me.

We also had the pleasure of meeting a few guys from Keesler AFB. A crew of Hurricane Hunters flew up to Louisiana for the air show and let Jon and I up the roped off ladder to the cockpit. Score two for me.

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xoxo, Mallory

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