Behind these boots... from the wife of a soldier.
Yesterday, I came home from running errands and I tripped over these boots. I didn't just trip and recover with grace. I tripped and fell on floor holding bag, which contained a carton of eggs, which were now broken, which were now oozing from the bag.
As I picked myself back up off the floor, holding my bag of broken eggs, I stared at the boots for a second.
And another second.
And another second.
I couldn't take my eyes off the boots. There was something about these boots that caught my eye.
Most people in the same situation would see just an ordinary pair of boots. Most people would see the dirt and dust on the sole that was now peppered across the floor. Most would people see the unkempt laces and smell the slightly offensive scent of "freedom." But I saw something different... In a way, I didn't notice the boots at all. Instead, I saw a partner who was home for dinner in the evenings. I saw a father who was present at bedtime to kiss his kids goodnight. I saw a husband who was freakin' there when I fell over in the hallway like a clutz to help me pick up oozing broken eggs from a shopping bag.
I saw the birthday party we attended this weekend with him there. I saw a glimpse of what it's like to have a spouse come home each night and BE present.
And for a moment, I felt what it was like to have a normal life. A life where you come home from running errands and trip over your husband's shoes and break eggs. A life where you don't worry about homecoming, deployment, PCS moves, and how the hell you are going to survive all this without a serious amount therapy.
Behind these boots... There is a military spouse who is grateful beyond measure that these boots are in the middle of the hallway, to trip over, to fall on your face over, to break eggs over.
Because to most people these boots mean nothing.
But to a military spouse?
These boots mean everything. They mean...he's home. #anzacday #anzac #soldier #australia #peace