This is a very common excitement in the life of a military spouse. I get to talk to him today is another one, too. With that being said, I cannot wait to see him this evening. Currently my husband is at TBS, The Basic School, which is where new officers in the Marine Corps go to learn to become basic riflemen, because every Marine is a rifleman first.
When people hear (and me, before I really got into the lifestyle) military spouse, they instantly think of either Army Wives or dependapotamuses. Along the Army Wives theme people imagine the cute military weddings and the “men in uniform” attraction that girls have. The dependapotamus theme brings girls who are physically and morally gross. I can only speak for my experiences, but those two themes are incorrect. Yes, the wives hang out together when the men are away and share the good and bad experiences, an example is that I got home last night at midnight after having a great conversation with two other wives for hours. One of whom I had met that evening at dinner. We’re becoming a family almost as fast as our husbands are together. Almost every one of us has our military wedding photos as our profile pictures on facebook, and the photos are gorgeous, they definitely fit within the Army Wives theme, but what people don’t see is us having to go home to an empty house for days, weeks, and months at a time. What they also don’t see is us never knowing what’s going on, and having to be so flexible to the point of being forced to uproot our lives and families in a day or two because somehow our husband’s paperwork was lost and didn’t get to him until a couple days before he had to report.
I wouldn’t trade my life for anything, or my second lieutenant for anybody. We have been together in school, through OCS, his graduation and commissioning, my graduation, moving, deaths and births, terrible world events and miracles, and this is only the beginning. I know that it will only get more intense from here, meaning it will get better, so much so that I cannot even imagine how good it is going to be for us in the future, but it will also get worse. That, in my current state (not having showered/forgot to take my lactaid before eating my bowl of cereal/stewing in my dog’s fart stench/surrounded by clutter I need to pick up before my husband comes home) is what being a milso really means, but I get to see my husband today and I cannot be any more excited about anything.
Nothing is bringing me down today.