If I Had One (Million) Wish(es)

I think I would need to wish for more wishes to start. Often, when I’m frustrated or sad or angry I wish for things to be different.

I wish my dad didn’t have to go away.

I wish I didn’t move so much.

I wish I didn’t move at all.

I wish I had a home town.

I wish no military kids lost a parent to war.

I wish there weren’t so many new headstones in Arlington.

I wish away the days where it hurts to breathe.

I wish my sister knew what it was like to be a normal Army brat.

I wish my whole family was normal.

I wish everything was just a little bit easier.

On bad days, I just wish and wish and wish until suddenly there’s nothing left to wish for. I can’t think of anything else in my life I’d want to change. And then I think about myself and all the things I like about myself.

I’m incredibly proud of my country.

I’m incredibly proud of our military.

I’m incredibly proud of my dad for being in our military.

I’m amazed by all the things I have seen and the people I have met.

I’m thankful for my adaptability.

I’m thankful for being so aware of the opportunities being American presents me.

I’m thankful that my life has taught me that no one’s life is easy.

I’m thankful that I have learned to get through anything.

So, usually by the time I’m done with wishing and thinking I feel better. I realize life’s not so bad and will always get better. One day at a time. Do I still wish things could be a little bit easier? Always…but who doesn’t?

What do you wish for?

Until next time,

Katie