Justin and Chance worked out a surprise for me on Christmas . I wasn't expecting any presents this year (except the new boots I helped the kids give me). But on Christmas eve, Chance brought out a box with a poem on it from Justin. It was the willow tree statue on the left called "promise", and the poem was about the first stage of his deployment, as he left, and treasuring the moments together. I couldn't hardly read the poem through all my tears. It had been a hard day already, getting santa stuff ready all by myself, but I felt happy that he had thought of me, and didn't expect anything else. Then on Christmas morning, after the kids had opened up all their presents, Chance brought out another box. It was the statue on the right, called "hero", and had a poem from Justin about ways he feels I have acted as a hero. I see him as my hero, so of course I was bawling again in front of everyone. Then when we got home that night, Chance came in with one more wrapped box, and told me I was supposed to save this one till Justin gets home (I'll post a picture when I open it in March). In a strange way, this was one of the best Christmases I have had. I don't hardly remember what I got, or what I stressed myself out about giving, in the past years. But I hope I will always remember to appreciate the times we are together, and not take them for granted as I usually do. I love you honey.
Justin and Chance worked out a surprise for me on Christmas . I wasn't expecting any presents this year (except the new boots I helped the kids give me). But on Christmas eve, Chance brought out a box with a poem on it from Justin. It was the willow tree statue on the left called "promise", and the poem was about the first stage of his deployment, as he left, and treasuring the moments together. I couldn't hardly read the poem through all my tears. It had been a hard day already, getting santa stuff ready all by myself, but I felt happy that he had thought of me, and didn't expect anything else. Then on Christmas morning, after the kids had opened up all their presents, Chance brought out another box. It was the statue on the right, called "hero", and had a poem from Justin about ways he feels I have acted as a hero. I see him as my hero, so of course I was bawling again in front of everyone. Then when we got home that night, Chance came in with one more wrapped box, and told me I was supposed to save this one till Justin gets home (I'll post a picture when I open it in March). In a strange way, this was one of the best Christmases I have had. I don't hardly remember what I got, or what I stressed myself out about giving, in the past years. But I hope I will always remember to appreciate the times we are together, and not take them for granted as I usually do. I love you honey.
