>> Friday, June 24, 2011
Originally posted May 2009
You know, since I've started this blog (all of two weeks now), I've written about my Toy Box Creators and my highlights and shortcomings of being a wife and mom. But today, I think it's high time that you meet my husband. I have written about him - but only as a laugh-track (See "The Meat Man Cometh" post and my post about his snoring!) And before you all really judge him based on those two things, I have to tell you honestly, though -- he ROCKS!
My husband has been in the military for 15 years - 6 years active duty Marine Corps and 9 years Army National Guard. (And just so you know, he will always still be a Marine to me!) I knew what I was getting into when I married him. I knew that our life would not be "typical". I knew that my stress level and worry level would be at a permanent high until the day he retires (if he retires!) Everyone tells me that I'm so strong for being a military wife and they "appreciate the sacrifices I make." But you know, I'm not the only one who makes a sacrifice. My Marine has made plenty of sacrifices over the past 15 years.
When our first daughter was just 4 weeks old, he had to leave her to move cross-country to Colorado to start with a new unit. (We were stationed in Virginia at the time). She was 5 months old before he got to see her again. Then he left again for his first deployment when she was only 8 months old. He returned a month before her 2nd birthday. He missed a lot - first tooth, first steps, first words. He missed her first case of chicken pox, her first petting zoo, and he missed her first birthday.
He's missed vacations, birthdays and more. He's missed our 1st anniversary, our 5th anniversary, and our 10th anniversary. He missed the Steelers in the Superbowl. He's missed many friends' weddings -- including his best friend and my brother's.
In spite of all that, he loves his job. I know that to him, there is nothing more thrilling than soaring through the air in that helicopter and serving his country. He loves being a Blackhawk crewchief, he loves getting his hands dirty turning those wrenches, he loves soaring so high in the sky - legs hanging out of the aircraft. I've had the pleasure of having over 5 helicopter rides on the Blackhawk, and I can honestly say that I can understand the thrill. It's one of the most freeing experiences I've ever had.
If you can't tell, though - I'm very proud of My Marine. He's certainly made a name for himself and takes so much pride in what he does. I'm proud of him for leaving his family behind to serve his country in a far off war. I'm proud of him for taking pride in his job. Others fly safely because of what he does. I'm proud of him for taking his life into his hands every single day and not thinking twice about it. And I'm proud of him for looking oh so very fine in his uniform!! (Mmmm....mmmmm......I love me a man in uniform!!)
Sorry....I had to take a minute to fan myself........
And here are a couple more pictures....
So, the next time you see a man in uniform, please be sure to give your thanks for what he does and the sacrifices he makes. (And if you have a thing for a man in uniform, be sure to wipe the drool off your face first!)