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Rustic Russ and I have a routine.

Every morning, as I leave for work, he reminds me to play nice in the sandbox, and to ignore the other kids who may pick on me.

And, for me not to pick on the other kids.

I try.

Lord knows I try.

Truth is, all day long I fight a pain. A pain so deep sometimes I forget to breathe.

A pain that makes me press my lips together so as not to let the stinging tears flow.

I ache for solitude.

I want to be home.

With my horses.

I want to walk our trails.

I want to explore new mysteries.

It’s a struggle.

But then my mind turns to fellow mushers, Darell Brehmer and Rodney Whaley.

I’m sure Darell wishes he could be home with his family and dogs enjoying a Wisconsin spring.

And Rodney’s heart probably also aches knowing how beautiful Tennessee is this time of year, and the fact he is not there to share it with his family and friends.

But they are strong.

Military men have to be strong.

Strong enough to serve our country.

For us.

So for them, I’ll keep a stiff upper lip.

I will keep trying to be tough.

And not be “home sick” while at work, only 12 miles down the road.

“I have learned the secret of being happy at any time in everything that happens.”
Philippians 4:12

Until tomorrow ~ praising those who serve our Country ~ God willing,

Woodswoman