To the Women Who Protect Our Country – by letting their men go

Every morning when I wake up with my husband sleeping peacefully beside me, I think of you.
Every time the phone rings and I pick it up without fear, I pray for you.
Every time I pick up dirty underwear, socks and work boots, I am grateful for you.
Every crisis that I face is less of a crisis, when I remember you.
Every time we bicycle to the park and talk while the kids play, I sigh for you.
Every time something breaks and Daddy fixes it, I admire you.
Every night when the kids are tucked in bed, kissed and prayed for by their Daddy, I thank God for you.