My hero.

I am so lucky. I keep thinking about this time last year. I had been in Texas 1 month. I was miserable. Not because I was not happy in Texas... I swear! I just missed my husband. He had only been gone a month. To last 6 more months(possibly more) seemed impossible to me. Some how I got through it. I managed. It wasn't without LOTS of tears, endless e-mails whining to Husband about how much I missed him, how I couldn't wait for him to be home, so we could be our own little family. I remember the excitement I had getting everything ready to welcome him home. I remember the disappointment I felt as I continually got notice of his arrival being pushed farther and farther away. I remember the anxiety I had as I drove to base, and sat and waited for him to get off the buses. I remember the excitement I felt as I searched for him, and finally made eye contact with him. And the pure relief I felt as I ran into his arms and finally felt secure again.

I am so grateful he was kept safe and returned home to me.
Some never do.

He is my hero. Whether in uniform or not. I am and always be the proudest marine wife. We have four months left. I have mixed feelings about this. All I know is I am proud of everything he has done for our country. I am proud of the man he has become. I am proud of all that he does for me and our son. I am proud to be his wife.  I am proud of My hero.

I love you baby. Thank you. I don't think I say it enough. You amaze me everyday. Always & Forever babe.