Showing posts with label reunion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reunion. Show all posts

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Hello, Hello!


Hello everyone!



I just wanted to post a huge thank you to everyone who supported and inspired my June while I was gone!  Your thoughts and well wishes helped make this an easier deployment.  June is positively glowing with growth and strength and I thank you all for your kind words and thoughts. I need to get back to posting on the regular and I promise that I will do just that soon.  For now,  I thought it might be nice to tell you....


  11  Things you didn't know about me.

- My favorite color is green
- I am highly alergic to seafood
- I have a birthmark on my right hand
- My favorite beverage is chai (spiced that is)
- I have an almost unreasonable fondness for lemons and lemony things
- Birdwatching is one of my hobbies
- Collects collector's editions of the game "Monopoly"
-  Loves cloudy and rainy days (good spanking weather)
-  Favorite season of the year is autumn
-  Loves to sing old rock and roll and R and B songs while showering
-  Thinks that there should be a holiday devoted to spankings and oral sex.



random no?!  Anyway,  just saying hello and thanks!   Hope to post something better soon!

~Ward

Her POV:

Hey, Daddy! You got our 100th post! Woo-hoo- that is a double reason to celebrate! Spankings and Oral Sex Day you say? :D

Monday, April 16, 2012

When submission is hard


I'm sorry for my absence this past week, and the disruption in our normal kind of posts. As I'm sure you've seen, Ward has deployed. He had asked for a story to hold him over, silly Daddy. Aside from the private one that I write for us, which is a fanciful fairy tale. And my own emotions poured out in poetry - I write when I am overwhelmed. Aside from that, I have been thinking how I am going to live the next several months when my heart is out of my body and floating the seas, and how in the world I am going to breathe.


I feel a bit lost and rudderless (no pun intended...with Daddy being a sailor). But my guide is gone. This is when submission is hard for me. How do I submit? How do I serve? How do I do all of the things associated with the family when Daddy does those things better? I've been coping by keeping a running commentary, on paper, and sending daily letters. But there are moments when I feel I could crumble.





It was during one of those moments when I realized that he is still my authority, whether he is in the same room, across the country, across the sea or sailing it. I know the things he wants from me. I understand the expectations he has for me, for us, for our family and for our future. I know that in all things I represent him. I am the reflection of all the things he has gifted me, of his love, and all the things he has taught me.So I can serve him by doing this well. I can serve him by making him proud. I can serve him by representing him well.

So please everyone, say a prayer that Daddy comes home soon and safe. I've already told him I am going to be like the world's largest marsupial. People will look at him, "Look at that poor man with that large creature affixed to his chest!" And I won't give a darn, I'll be too busy showing him how very glad I am that he is home.