A Letter to the Spouse I Once Was

In my earliest years as a military spouse, one moment stands out with lasting clarity. I was heavily pregnant, new to a unit, and suddenly facing my husband’s unexpected TDY orders. Within hours, the house was quiet, the contractions were beginning, and I realized with a sinking heart that I had no one nearby to call. Not a Key Spouse, not a Chaplain, not even a neighbor—I had not yet woven those threads of connection.