People love to toss out the phrase, “you knew what you signed up for.” But you and I both know — that isn’t true. There was no fine print in our vows outlining deployments, distance, or the slow erosion of plans we once thought were ours to create. We didn’t sign a contract of sacrifice. We said yes to a person, not to the unspoken terms that came bundled with their service. What followed has often felt less like a choice and more like learning to juggle far too many things at once — each with its own weight and consequence.

This life moves like the tides—both beautiful and brutal, forever shifting between highs and lows. I love it. I love the friendships that form fast and last across miles, the community that steps in when you need it most, the purpose that steadies me when I start to wonder what it’s all for. And I hate it too—the solo parenting, the 2 a.m. phone calls, the way the unseen work of keeping a family afloat is quietly placed on our shoulders. Both are true. Both live inside me.