Hello Dear Friends!
Today has officially been dubbed "Military Spouse Appreciation Day!" While I am not married to a military man *YET*, my boyfriend has served in the Army and National Guard for the last 23 years. I am proud of what he does but feel that my part is relatively minor. I support him and honor him and do what I can to give a helping hand. My friend Sandra at 
Diary of a Stay at Home Mom kindly let me borrow the following from her post this morning.
This goes out to all the Military Spouses....I am proud to be a part of your sorority (almost):
I am a military wife -- a  member of that sisterhood of women who have   had the courage to watch  their men go into battle, and the strength to   survive until their  return.
Our sorority knows no rank,   for we earn our membership with a marriage  license, traveling over   miles, or over nations to begin a new life with  our military husbands.
Within  days, we turn a  barren, echoing building into a home, and though  our  quarters are  inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with   the treasures  of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe.   Using hammer and  nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots   to the floor as  firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a   family  together by the bootstraps, and raise the best of "brats,"   instilling  in them the motto, "Home is togetherness," whether motel, or   guest  house, apartment or duplex.
As military wives we soon  realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again."
For  as salesmen for  freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea,   or in the sky,  leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment.   During  separations we guard the home front, existing until the   homecoming.  Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by   years, but  by tours -- married at Knox, a baby born at Portsmouth, a   special  anniversary at Yorktown, a promotion in McDill.
We  plant trees, and never  see them grow tall, work on projects completed   long after our  departure, and enhance our community for the betterment   of those who  come after us. We leave a part of ourselves at every stop.   Through  experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold   baggage,  and live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our    fingers are sore from the patches we have sewn, and the silver we have    shined, our hands are always ready to help those around us.
Women  of peace, we pray  for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads  our  men into battle,  will also blanket them in death. Yet we are an   optimistic group,  thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad,   cherishing yesterday,  while anticipating tomorrow.
Never  rich by monetary  standards, our hearts are overflowing with a  wealth of  experiences  common only to those united by the special  tradition of  military life.
We pass on this legacy to  every military  bride, welcoming her with  outstretched arms, with love  and friendship,  from one sister to another,  sharing in the bounty of  our unique,  fulfilling military way of life.
Author Unknown
God Bless Each and every Military Spouse reading this, and all those that are not ....Thank you for your support and sacrifice. It is appreciated!