Here's to the ones who sacrifice. Those who find gear in the dark. Those who hug tightly and love fiercely. Those who do birthdays, weekends, holidays, graduations, bedtime stories and date nights solo. Those who give up careers, who sleep alone, who love long distance and spend every waking moment longing to be reunited with a loved one.
To the ones who sacrifice: I see you. I see the red and puffy eyes that tell me you've been crying. I see the fatigue and worry on your face that tell me you haven't heard from your loved one in a while. I see how often you check your phone, hoping for a call or a message. I see the way you hug that person goodbye, as if it's the very last time you will. I see the way you nervously pace back and forth in the airport as you wait to be reunited with your loved one.
To the ones who sacrifice: I know you. I know your pain and your fear. I know how you toss and turn at night because you made the mistake of watching the news before bed. I know how hot and fast the tears are as they fall when you can't keep it together anymore. But I also know how desperately you try to keep them at bay. I know the struggle and pressure you feel keeping up with daily life when your heart and mind are elsewhere. I know the sense of relief that washes over you when you hear the door open every night and boots cross your threshold.
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