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Decisions, Decisions.

Being an adult is a tough gig. I've never been great at making big decisions. Sure I make them, but more times than not, the days and months leading up to them are filled with stress, worry and agony.
Living life via the military has it's advantages and disadvantages. For me, not knowing where the road may lead was an advantage. All I had to do was hang on for the ride. Sure, Chris and I went back and forth weighing each possible place we'd call home as if we really had a say in where we landed, but truth be told, we went wherever "they" wanted/needed us. Massachusetts, S. Korea and Germany. Now, 9 years later, retired from that life, here we are. Planted temporarily. We know that Germany is not our forever home. Only this time, we don't have a "they" in terms of the government to direct us. To be the grown up. To tell us where to land. Instead, we have little people. Little people who desperately want to land near their Grammy, Papa, cousins and the aunts and uncles who treat them like princesses. It's tough growing up. It's tough to make decisions knowing one poor one is enough to jostle the lives of so many others. No one wants rocks in their road, bumps in their journey. Chris and I have been pretty darn lucky. We have an ongoing joke about there being a dark cloud above him, but truth be told, we've mitigated risks to the point that all onlookers would think we've had an easy life. One without financial stress. One without worry. Pain. Heartache. Sleepless nights. Sure, we've been blessed in many, many ways. Someone looks out for us in all we do. Opens doors that need to be opened, leads us through the fog when we are lost. He has bigger plans for us all. He is once again, itching for us to walk. This time, 3 little people are doing his work. Pushing Chris and I to question our future "landing" spot. Urging us to look down the road and focus on the journey ahead. Such uncertainty in decisions. Such stress. In the end, we look back and everything is so clear. I pray for clarity. I pray for his plan and guidance. I pray for our little family, that we find happiness and constant love.

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