The Military Wife

---- Author Unknown

The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into His sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order. She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both a father and mother, be a perfect hostess to four or forty with an hour's notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must be willing to move to a new location ten times in seventeen years. And, oh yes, she must have six pairs of hands!"
The angel shook her head, "Six pairs of hands? No way.
" The Lord continued,"Don't worry, I will make other military wives to help her. And I will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husband's achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it is overworked and tired, and be large enough to say, 'I understand' when she doesn't and say 'I love you', regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm gently. "Go to bed and get some rest.You can finish this tomorrow."
"I can't stop now," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave good-bye to her husband from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it's important that he leave."
The angel circled the model of the military wife, looked at it closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft."
"She might look soft," replied the Lord. "But she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."
Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I am not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."
The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of onfidence."What you see is not a leak," He said. "It's a tear." "A tear?" What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and a dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."

Because he loves me!

The little things that he does that just fills my stomach with butterfly's. Some days are hard and we both get frustrated and it's those days that get you worried, but those days are always short and come to an end. It's the good days that make me smile and I remember why I married him. He stays up all night waiting for me to return just so we can have those few minuets to talk before he has to leave for days at a time. It's when he puts up with my craziness and lets me get it all out. It's how he tells me everyday that he loves me and tells me I'm beautiful. The moments when we just laugh at some stupid thing ether one of us has done. The night's I wake up crying or screaming and when I open my eyes he's there comforting me even though we are miles and miles apart. He never makes me do anything, encourages me in the things I do want to do and even helps me accomplish them. He is always there when I need him most no matter what! He's waited for me in the cold winter nights. He's holds me close when things get hard. The way he breaths alone can calm me down. Sits by me when I'm sick. Tells me stories so I can fall asleep. He's my best-friend and someone I can tell anything to. He's my provider and protector. He's the one I call when I'm in a tight spot. He warms me up some milk before bed and hot chocolate in the morning. He does my chores when I simply just don't want to. He talks for me when I can't. He dances with me and makes me feel like I'm a princes. He supports me and make me feel like I can do anything. He lets me finish first. He will eat anything I cook him. He let me explore, but while hiding watches me close, and ready if anything happens. Fixes anything I break. He brought me out of my box when I didn't want to go and showed me the world. He gave it all up to be with me. He has done it all and more.... Why? Because he loves me!

Show me

Show me you love me show me you care! I've done everything for you. I send you packages and love notes. I wait for you and comfort you. I've given you my heart. In return I get words. They are appreciated but a girl needs more every now and then. An action to show that I mean more to you then to have me there to do what you dont want to. It it easy and becomes habit to say "i love you"..."iloveu"... "loveu"..."loves"... Slowly I vanish and not worth the time to find the buried worries of my heart. "whatever"... My heart is breaking.... I need you... where has your love gone. you where becoming my prince, but not I see that the true you is coming out. Was it an act when you brought me flowers, watched me sleep with love in your eyes and heart? So easy it seem to have become to just brush me off your shoulder. Your only there when you want to be. I do all that you want because I want to make you happy. I want to do those things to make you happy because it make me happy to make you happy. In turn I want to do the things that you want me to do. Simple act that take a little extra time a thought. Simply show me you love me. You care for me. Your there when I need you and tears fall. For they fall now and you are no where to be found. I love you... wont you love me in return. For better or worse I will always be there for you and love you. I know you do just... Please show me I'm loved and cared about.

Hear my voice and understand nothing

Have you ever just wanted to say something just to say it. Didn't want anyone to hear or if they did you didn't want then to understand it. Maybe saying it in a different language, a high vocabulary or the best would be where no one else cared what you say so they tune out anything and everything you say. This does have an exception. Only wanting that one special person to hear, understand, care, acknowledge, and react to what I say. Because I don't want anyone to care about me and hear me because I couldn't care less about them. I only want that one love to hear, because he is the one I care for and couldn't passably love any more then I already do. I want him to know when I'm happy, sad, angry, alone, lost, scared, or joyed. I want him to do something about it. Even more I want to know when he is happy, sad, angry, alone, lost, scared or joyed. You can be dang sure I will be the first to know, care and jump into action to do something about it.

So here goes... I am all of the above.... I just want you to hold me.

A New Beginning

For so long I have been running. Running away from people and pain, feelings, memories, and thoughts of any kind. Running and not looking back... then I heard the thud thud thud behind me and I got so scared that I lost balance and tripped. I looked back while trying to get back up and run again... but then I saw your face and I froze. You were the last face I expected to see. You didn't care what the look on my face was, you just fell to your knees and rapped your arms around me and pulled me into your chest. Your heart beating strong and loud in my ears. This was no easy task for either of us. Yet it was a task done without any hesitation. You found yourself. You found the key. Two objects physically cannot occupy the same space, but when two people love each other and they get close crating love in that perfect way. We break the bands of space and become one, just for a moment. And in that moment we find truth.

Your heat radiates off your skin. I feel as though not a second has gone by sense you've gone. Our hearts finally beat as one and the fears that I have been running from vanish as if they have never existed. Hold me tight my love and don't let me go. There is no going back now. We have chosen to ignore humanity. We showed them all wrong. From the beginning they said it could never work, we would never be. I saw in you what no one else could ever see and I gave you my heart because of what I saw. Turns out you saw something in me, and we found out the secret of what love really is.

It's been said that humans were cursed. Born to live their lives searching for something that was lost or taken from them. Trying to fill that empty space that they could only feel inside them. Searching for their other half. That special someone that would complete them; their soul-mate. Some settle for another soul one that will temporarily satisfy or numb the pain and emptiness they feel. Not ever thinking that they would or even could find their soul-mate. I know without a doubt that I have my soul mate. I cannot say that I found him because he found me. literally picked me up out of a crowd and stole my heart. Only to give it back so that I could give it to him. Together we are strong, powerful, whole... apart we are nothing.

Time seems to have stopped and coming too I find myself finally rested and at peace. Burrowed deep within your chest, rock-wall arms keeping me secure and safe while crating a barrier from the outside world. The rhythm of your heart calms me and keeps beat with mine. The heat radiates form every inch of your skin keeping me cozy warm. Your voice soothes and comforts my worries and fears. There is not one weakness to the protection your body gives me.

I'm done running. I have found my place. My wounds have healed and I can see a happy future. I have given my heart knowing that it could be broken and no regrets if it is.... but the best part is I know it will never have a scratch on it. My love and protector will never let me down as I know I will never let him down. Our hearts are one and there is nothing that we will let in to harm the other. I love you Keith. It has always been and will always be you.