Nothing says “Welcome to the Marines!” like being denied leave for a honeymoon. And nothing says “Welcome to marriage!” like walking in on your husband occupying the bathroom while playing angry birds on his iPhone.
But for The Pilot and I, this is the beginning of our marriage. A life committed to Jesus Christ, each other, and the United States Marine Corp. Neither one of us has a clue what we’re doing when it comes to being married. We are taking it a day at a time and seizing the little moments; the fleeting minutes that make for a lifetime of memories.
So far, eight months and one cross country move in, we’re going with the ebb and flow of Uncle Sam’s schedule as much as possible.
No matter where we move, The Pilot knows other pilots; guys he has trained with in various stages of Officer Candidate School, The Basic School, and Naval Aviation Training. I, on the other hand, am meeting other marine wives for the first time and learning very quickly just how much I have to learn about what it means to be a marine officer’s wife.
The consensus so far? I am absolutely clueless.