Friends.

I read an article yesterday titled "what a military spouse knows". I have to admit I LOVED the article, there are times when I read stuff like that and it's so ridiculous that I just roll my eyes because it's extremely exaggerated. We don't all lay around crying and feeling sorry for ourselves while wearing our husband's PT gear and eating ice cream, I mean maybe like once or twice during a deployment lol but not on a regular basis, but this article was different. It was REAL, so it got me to thinking..

I love my friends back home, A LOT. My friends back home are just like me, sassy and feisty, forward, and honest. I'm lucky for them because they remind me that I am not a bad person, I may be mean as a snake but I am not a bad person. When I am around my friends back home I feel a sense of what "home" is since I have known many of them since kindergarten and some even younger.

Then I have my friends that I have met since being a military spouse, the ones who for the most part have walked a mile in my shoes and I the same for them. These are the ones I know I can call when I am having a mental break down because this deployment is sneaking up faster than I can shake a stick and I am terrified, these are the girls that we swap weekly dinners with just to pass the time, I mean how many people do YOU know that would come running down the road carrying their flip flops because you sent them a misspelled text and they knew that something was terribly wrong? These are the girls that on deployment day they come busting in your house with a bottle of wine and force you to get dressed because crying home alone in the dark isn't going to pass 7 months any faster. These are the girls that when I need to be slapped into reality again and reminded just how strong I really am, they are the ones ready to do the slapping.

Some days I feel bad that I can't make everyone happy, that not everyone understands me, and that people are two faced and down right cruel, but then I remember at the end of the day I know the best people for MY life. Do we talk crap about everyone over wine? Absolutely, but at the end of the day I have come to realize that the people in my life are there for a reason. They don't judge me when I IM them because I am hysterically crying because Dominos offered to send me 3 things of cheesy bread because they messed up my order and I realized I didn't have a husband to send the extra cheesy bread to work with. They are the ones when I am tearing up in the middle of a pizza parlor because I miss friends from the past and fear for my husband this deployment telling me I am normal, despite how whiny and emotional I feel. I have the friends that despite being a million miles away from me when something is wrong in my life, they make themselves feel close to me. Honestly if I don't tell you it enough, you all mean so much to me and you each bring something to my life that is so different.

We may not be the same but at the end of the day, I am so blessed to have a heart full of wonderful people.

Brynna