Right now we live on a naval base right next to an airstrip. We hear planes all the time, but rarely does a jet land or take off.
Jets are extremely loud and they shake your body deep into its core. They make the windows rattle and Owen come running to me. It seems like when I'm having a cry-baby day a jet always comes in. It makes me cry every.single.time.
One of my biggest motto's in life has always been, 'someone always has it worse'. Can I really sit here and complain about my life while millions of people have it much worse than I do? But even with this mindset I still get down; as all humans do from time to time. I still have cry-baby days and I still want to pout about how 'bad' parts of my life are.
These moments (or days sometimes) started after Zach joined the Navy. I get down because he is gone more than he's home. I get down because my kids miss their daddy. I get down because there is absolutely nothing I can do about any of it. On these days a jet always rolls in and reminds me that it's not all about me.
The sheer sound and power of these airplanes reminds me that what Zach is doing is so much bigger than simply our family. What he is doing is part of a much bigger picture that is bringing safety and security to millions of families. So that they can be together all of the time. My 'problems' start to melt away. My loneliness gets back in check for a bit. My crazy life seems to have some kind of rhyme and reason again.
These jets, they keep me grounded. They remind me that not everything is about me. The world doesn't revolve around my family. I can make it through a few more days without the love of my life, because he's doing something that's impacting millions. I can surely make it through the lonely days and nights ahead, because there's something so much bigger than me happening.
Thank you, fighter jets, for keeping me grounded.
Ashley
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