My thoughts have been spilled...again.

As a little girl I never dreamed of marrying a man in the military. I envisioned myself marrying a doctor or a wealthy business man, or perhaps a hunter like my dad? Yes, I know two very different viewsof who I'd marry and what women I would become, but I do not ever remember it crossing my mind I'd be marrying someone who would come and go with duty calling his name. The Marine Corps is truly his mistress and Uncle Sam won't let him go for little under 4 more years.

Welp, he's off again. This time to Florida. He leaves on Sunday morning. Very early Sunday morning. I can't get this off of my mind and it's only Tuesday. I am very lucky that he will be stateside, -very- lucky. I count my blessings every day, however it doesn't mean it will be lucky.

It's almost like we are taking a step backwards. You know, boot camp, MCT, MOS school, PDS...oh wait...go back...MOS school again. Ah, the way I see it, it's another day that he's not deployed to the hell hole of Afghanistan.

These are just some thoughts I've had running through my head and it always makes me feel a million times better to spill my beans on here. When he enlisted so did I. Maybe I don't technically belong to the government, but I do belong to him. And they never promised us a rose garden...

"I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there's gotta be a little rain sometimes..."