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My Honor Grad

 We are together at last! Me and my Honor Grad husband :)


           I know it wasn't a deployment, but any time apart is a challenge, be it one week or a year. 

    When Marshall arrived home after being gone at WLC* for 5 weeks, I packed my bags and left the very next day to coach at the Arctic Winter Games for 8 days. That made for 6 weeks of being apart. You're probably asking yourself, "well weren't you apart for an entire semester back at the beginning of your marriage? So why is 6 weeks difficult?" Let me refer to back to the second line above: any time apart, be it one week or a year, is a challenge. 


What is the bright side to being apart so often? 
I'm trying to be optimistic here... 


1). The reunions are that much sweeter.
2). It improves our communication skills, since a lot of it is done over the phone.
3). I learn to appreciate the little things we do for each other.
4). There is quiet time at the end of the day where I can just be still and quiet (I suppose this would be different with kids).
5). Meal planning becomes a whole lot easier: I don't have to concern myself with his appetite or work schedule. 
6). I can go to bed however early I want to :)

But in all seriousness, being together is so much better than being separated. Especially when it is with the Honor Grad of WLC! His hard work and dedication paid off and he graduated at the top of his class. I am so happy that my Aunt Joan was able to go to his graduation and take pictures for me. Enjoy <3










Marshall with a couple of his buddies from Ft. Wainwright

*WLC= Warrior Leader's Course. It's basically an NCO, Non-Commissioned Officer, school.

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  1. Congrats to him and to you too for making it though being apart and being with the 8 girls for a week!

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  2. Congratulations Adam Aunt Joan and Jenessa your Wife has got to be so Proud of U U can be just like my Brother Ryan who's in the Military also :-)

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