The horizons of military life are upon me.

As long as I've known Henry, I've known that he was going to join the military. Still, the six years of mental preparation are nothing like the real thing. The hardest part about becoming a military wife is learning to let go and have patience. Small feat.

Gone are the days where you can plan your life, holding every detail in your palm like a delicate egg.

This is my story of learning to love scrambled eggs.