And uncertainty, as this year ends, is not abstract. It is layered and present, already pressing forward. Change is coming — movement, transition, another reshaping of what home will look like — and military life has taught me that no amount of planning removes the unknown. Every year arrives carrying something new, whether we feel ready or not.

There is no right answer to the question of where you “should” be this December. There is only the truth of what your family needs, and the quiet courage it takes to honor that.

Today’s letter is a little different. With my father marking his forty-year Academy reunion, I am setting aside my usual words to you and instead writing to him. The United States Air Force Academy shaped him, and in turn, he helped shape me. In sharing these words, I hope you catch a glimpse of the legacies that ripple quietly through our families—and how they shape us still.