(I posted this on my 365 project, but I wanted to share it here. And I swear, I'm going to post more. Things have been hellish lately.)
When I saw the theme for the week, I instantly thought of one person to
take a picture of. Problem - that person is who knows where in a
submarine. That person is my hero in more ways than I can share in the
space this box gives. He made a choice 14 years ago come January to
join the Navy. It was not a smooth ride at first, but he settled in his
current job. He loves his job, stress and all.
I've been wearing this necklace almost nine years. It was a gift from
him our first Christmas, shortly before our first patrol together. Over
the years, he has jokingly called it my fidget device. I've rubbed the
silver coating off of the front. His dog tags are on the necklace as
well. And the dolphins are a pin that have made their appearance before
in my project.
My husband helps keep me, our family, everyone safe. In trade for that
service, he sacrifices time with his loved ones. Misses first steps,
birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays. It can be hell some days. I
wouldn't trade it for the world. I have my loving husband, who has
given me the world in our daughter.
And you know one of the best parts? Those videos of homecomings you see
on T.V.? The ones with the over flowing waterfall of emotion pouring
out of the loved ones? I've seen it. I've felt it. I've been there.
Waiting on pins and needles on a pier watching for the sailor with red
hair. Then getting that hug and kiss. Seeing the look on our
daughter's face - The "Where the hell have you been?" one. And just
wanting to keep touching his hand or his shoulder to make sure you
aren't dreaming. When incomplete, becomes complete again.
And hearing him say my name. He always chuckles softly when that's one of my first requests.
If you've made it through this, thank you. I'll admit I've been crying
during half of it, so I don't know if it makes much sense. This just
felt like one of those pictures and captions that had to be done.
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