When you're a military wife, likes yours truly, you learn to adjust to having a "part time" husband. This may not be the kindest way to put it, but it's true. Paul leaves frequently for many different lengths of time. When he leaves, it's up to me to maintain a home, take on his duties, work full-time, and take care of the pups. I don't complain
The one complaint I have about being alone so often, is being alone in the house. It can be lonely. I try my best to fill up my social calendar, and have a great group of amazing girlfriends, many with their own "part time" husbands, but each night, it's inevitable that I will return to an empty house.
Well, this is not completely true, and it's the point of my post.
Tonight, as I sit on the couch, working on an arts and crafts project (will reveal soon) with banana bread in the oven, I am not alone. I am flanked on either side by my two furry best friends, Mattingly and Macie. I am always astounded at how they instinctively step up and provide me with love and companionship, second only to my dear hubs.
Aren't they the cutest? I don't know what I'd do without these two. They are hyper, naughty, and lots of work, but they never fail to make me smile. It's amazing how these little (and not so little) guys worked their way into my heart.