Talking To The Moon

I will always be 100% honest and real about my feelings on here. After all this is my blog, I'm not holding my feelings back about this thing we call military life.  I can't always say what's going on or where Zach is, but my emotions, that's something I can share.

Something I think a lot of non-military spouses don't understand is that a lot of the time there's no communication.  Zach and I have already experienced this a lot and he hasn't even been in for an entire year yet.  We haven't gone through a deployment or anything,  this is just normal hum-drum military life so far. 

When Zach is out, we can't talk.  There are no cell phones,  no Skype,  nothing.  Well, not nothing. He was out for two weeks and I got one email about a week and a day into it.  Saying he was okay,  not what he's been doing or asking any questions,  because more than likely he won't be able to read my reply. 

There are so many moments I want to tell him about, but by the time I can talk to him hundreds of moments worth telling him about have gone by.  That's why I keep a journal.  He'll read it one day and it won't be the same as having been there or having been told the night it happened,  but at least I got to tell someone. 

I saw this song, Talking To The Moon, on someones Instagram and listened to it.  It explains how it is being a military wife. (Not the intended meaning I'm sure.) You only have the moon to talk to and hope that somehow the messages are getting through.  (Unless you have my husband who responds,  'I don't get to see the moon.' Which I respond with,  'Well the moon sees your ship...')

So, I still say goodnight to the moon and send a kiss,  even if the moon doesn't see Zach.  In this age with so much technology you would think we could keep in touch much better, but it's just not the way it is for us military families. 

At least we still have the moon. 

Ashley