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A Papa to be Proud Of

So, I’m not going to talk about the D-word on the blog. At least not right now. But I just have to say that I am so proud of my man. He works so hard serving his country. He plays hard too, but that’s why we love him. His never-ending supply of energy is wonderful when Harry needs to run around the house playing chase. His laugh is infectious, even when I’m having a not so wonderful day. He is so kind and generous. He’d literally give you the shirt off his back if you asked. Yes, you. Anyone. He wants to take care of everyone, and I’m so grateful that it’s Harry and I that get him all to ourselves.

R.Simple Life | A Papa to be Proud Of

Sometimes I think about how much I love him and I miss him. I miss him when he’s sleeping right next to me. I miss him when he’s singing in the shower. I miss him when he’s playing basketball or working or mowing the backyard. So missing him isn’t going to be new. The hard part will be not having his arms to pull me in and hold me close. His hand to hold. His shoulder to lean on.

And the even harder part will be watching my little boy, Jon in miniature, grow up and hit milestones by myself. Without Papa. Wishing for the end of this chapter so our little family can be whole again, but dreading every new day because it’s one more day Papa is going to miss. One more smile, tear, hug, high five. Our Papa gives up a whole lot to serve this country. And boy, are we proud of him.

We love you Papa.

xoxo, Mallory + Harry

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Dinner and a Story

R.Simple Life | Dinner and a Story

Or, how Papa keeps Harry entertained while Mama makes dinner… even from Missouri.

xoxo, Mallory

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Miss Michigan

It’s no secret that I’m extra emotional right now. The waterworks can start at any moment for any reason. I’m extra sentimental. Everything makes me smile. The hormones are running rampant.

But after this weekend, holy cow I miss Michigan. Jonathan and I have always made it our job to create a home wherever we are. Home has been wherever we’re together. It’s been lots of houses, lots of cities. Therefore, we don’t usually get particularly homesick for our home state. In fact, we’ve never really totally considered Michigan to be our home state after leaving. We’ve toyed with the idea of retiring in so many places, Michigan just didn’t feel like home anymore.

I’m not sure if it’s this Mississippi weather that just doesn’t cool down, or if it’s the lack of cider mills and snow, or if it’s just that we’ve only been here six weeks. I really just have a feeling that it’s our family. We both are really missing family right now, especially with this little babe coming. We want him to grow up knowing just how loved he is, but not just by us – by everyone. We want him to grow up knowing his grandparents, aunts, uncles, extended family, and everyone who loves him. And a lot of those people are in Michigan.

For the first time ever, we are really, really considering retiring in Michigan. We miss the weather. The four seasons, and everything that comes with them. Lakes and corn in the summer, cider mills and changing leaves in the fall, so much snow in the winter, and the sun peeking through the clouds in the spring. We miss the people. Being able to pop over for dinner and a fire. Meeting up with cousins on the weekend. Being outdoors with the ones we love. We miss the culture and the diversity.

We miss Michigan, and are counting down the time until our next visit.

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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