Thursday, December 3, 2009


The last couple of months I've been adjusting to life as a wife. I'll give myself some credit, I think I'm doing pretty good so far. Everyday I love Josh more, if its possible. I haven't always made the greatest decisions in my life, but marrying Josh...I got that one right.

Being in California is great, and I love being in a new place. I love learning to cook great meals for my family. I love listening to Josh sing Ani a song before bed. The list goes on and on...

The only being away from my family and friends.

For this blog...I just wanted to talk about my friends though. I miss my family like you wouldn't believe, especially around the holidays now. But where I'm at now, surrounded by soldiers, you wouldn't believe what I would give for some girl time.

Marrying a soldier is rewarding in so many ways. I love that I married someone who stands for what he believes in. Not only does he make ME feel safe, but its unbelievable that he, and so many others would risk their lives for the safety of others. I love that he has ambitions and goals and wants the most out of this life that he can get.

Being around my soldier, and well as living on a base where I haven't made any friends yet...I constantly hear about "soldier" stuff. M 16's, MRG's, boots, army regulations, ranks, missions, equipment...this is what I hear about. All the time. And don't get me wrong, I love listening to Josh talk about his day. I love that he's so excited about what he's doing. I support him more than anyone in what he is accomplishing and I'm so proud of the person that he is and where he wants to go.

But he doesn't really like to talk about nail polish, hair styles, lip gloss, or bras. And thats perfectly fine with me. I think it might be kind of odd if he DID like to talk about those things.

The great part about my that they've always lived far away from me. Granted, its a lot farther now...but we've grown accustomed to having our friendships consist of many many phone conversations. We can't do our weekend trips like we used to, but even from far away, they've been the  best friends I could ask for. And I miss them. Extremely.

I thought that once I moved over here, it would be easy to make friends. And I'm sure if we got out more in the social scene we would. But we really just like spending time together as a family since we're so new to it. There's a Christmas party that we're all going to soon so maybe I'll be able to meet some girls there. But for now, I miss mine. I can tell them anything and they don't judge. They are the friends that are few and far between. The ones that have seen me at my worst, and been there. The ones that have listened to me rant about anything under the sun, and sympathized. The ones who I have laughed with until we cried. The ones that watch Lifetime movies with me all day in our pj's. We've watched each other turn from adolescent teenagers, to mothers and wives. Like any relationships, we've had bumps...but we mean enough to each other to get through anything. Whether blood or not, they've been there for me and vice versa. I can see why God made friends. And I'm glad he picked the friends he did for me. I love them, support them, and would do anything for them. Because they would do the same thing for me.

So today, I just want my friends to know that I am so forever grateful for everything that you have done. I know you don't expect recognition, because you're real friends and real friends don't expect it. But you deserve it. For every tear, every laugh, every scream, rant, sickness, birth, wedding, drive, and more I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I miss you and love you unconditionally.

(Note...Shannon, I couldn't find a picture of me and you!)


  1. Tara you are AWESOME! I know we grew apart, but you have always been in my heart. I am soooooooo happy for you. You have grown into a worderful woman, mother and know wife. YOU GO GIRL. Keep up the good work, and remember that everyone one here misses you and loves you (even the ones that became distant). I love you girl. Keep up the good work!

  2. Tara, if you want to discuss bras, call me anytime.

    Or Adam Lambert

  3. Ha, thanks dad. I knew I could count on you. I would call anyone over Adam Lambert...