Yesterday we drove on base as we get near the guard gate a certain three year old starts getting a little hyper in the back seat. "ID Mommy, ID Mommy, do you have your ID Mommy?" I waved it at him over my shoulder and he said "whew, they wont let us see the airplanes without it".
I didn't have the heart to tell him that we were just dropping off gear for flyboy to exchange, we weren't going to see any airplanes, well maybe from the car, but not what he was hoping for. It was a quick trip, just dropped the stuff in his car and turned around and left. As I was leaving I thought about it. My three year old knows the routine now. He's going to grow up with this life, understanding it (as best you can) from the get go.
I married this life. Well I married a very wonderful man who brought this along with him. I remember when we were dating and it all seemed very strange. All the acronym's that had more letters then most words, all the various uniforms, the military regulations, all of it. It was so different then what I was used to and it didn't seem like it would ever be a comfortable existence. It was just a lot to take in.
But now, now I am an expert at reading an LES, now I can jump thru the hassles of renewing my ID or car tags while my husbands at war, now I am savvy enough to avoid, at all cost, the commissary on payday (that was a quick lesson, learned very early on). Tricare and I are close, we are "frienemies" if you will but still its a close relationship. Flyboy and I have whole dinner table conversations about work that sound as if we are talking in another language. doesn't everyone know what a WTI is or what NATOPS means?
Now I watch Army Wives like a true expert, well as much of an expert as a Marine wife can.
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