Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself

Oof. What a difference a year makes. It’s astronomical, really. It’s the difference between a life being here and a life being gone. It’s the difference between being 3,000 miles away from family and friends and not. It’s the difference between feeling your whole life drop from under you and finding stable footing again. It’s the difference between words piling up in my head, swirling around and asking to be let out, and actually releasing them. 

All this to say, I’m back. And I’ve missed it. I’m currently the only authority on my voice and, gosh darn it, I’d like to share it! A self-proclaimed, beat-you-to-the-punch-of-thinking-it, inexpert expert. I can’t claim to be an expert on anything—just an enthusiast of everything. Or, let’s be real, of nearly everything. And lately I’ve been enthusiastic about so many things.

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So, what does a first time mom know about being a mother? Well, next to nothing. Except maybe a few things. Five months and five days worth to be exact ;) And I’m darn proud of what I’ve learned.

What does a military wife know about the military? Well, only as much as my husband and the army tells me (insert exasperated sigh here—other milso’s know what I’m talking about!)

What does a newbie to the Last Frontier know about Alaska? Well, not much. Not enough to brave a walk alone in my neighborhood yet. Which is totally justifiable after 1 moose, 2 brown bear, and 3 black bear sightings all within 0.2 miles of my house. I’m okay with being a chicken (for now)!

Here’s what I do know: this tapestry IS wild. It’s travel-cross-country, start-over, have-a-baby kind of wild. “How did we end up here?” kind of wild. It’s my kind and our kind and God’s kind of wild. This Wild Tapestry.