It's a beautiful thing...

Hope. It's the lifeblood of the military wife. We always have hope. Hope for our marriages, for friends, for a great place to live. We have to. Without hope we would be lost and miserable. I don't think we even realize how much it means to us, how many times a day we rely on it.

It is that friend that never leaves you, the one thing you can take with you to each duty station, to each new town, city, state, country. I don't think of it in such a literal sense to often, probably not supposed to. Hope is better thought of only in the moments we really need it. In the moments we feel lost or sad, tired or like giving up.
It's a beautiful thing, hope. Something to be grateful for, especially for us who live this Traveling Life. No matter how many times we move, how many times we say goodbye to friends, pack our things and unpack them in a new place, it's always there. We pack it up just like our belongings, and we take it out when we need it. I will always keep it close because it reminds me of what is so wonderful about this life, the excitement of each new adventure and the hope that it will be a wonderful ride.