Missing Home

I hear a lot of people talk about how being a military spouse is the hardest job in the Corps, and for the most part that phrase makes me cringe. In my opinion the thing that makes it difficult or even worth mentioning is that you pick up everything and move to a place where you know nobody and have to create a life for yourself. My husband has been in the Marine Corps for 8 years now, and the thing I’ve not been able to find during our adventures was the feeling I get when my car pulls in to Mom and Dad’s house. The feeling that I’m home.

Back in November I was able to bring my Lil Guppy to Mom and Dad’s to celebrate Thanksgiving and another day that I’m sure SkeetBum would rather just fall off the calendar, his birthday(November 30th). During our trip we got to try out Dad’s new boat since he sold “The Other Woman” and we got to play catch and release with a few of our finned friends. I’m pretty sure if you were to ask Lil Guppy she’d tell you that the highlight was riding in a boat under the train tracks while a train was going over, or the fact that she got to ride in the front of Papa’s Truck with just a seat belt like a big girl! (It really is the little things, after all!) But as I sit here on my couch several states away listening to the wind chimes being harassed by winter’s winds I can tell you that the highlight for me was being on the water with Dad, trolling with the spider rig, waiting for the tips to start bouncing.

I’ve been all over the country and seen some pretty amazing sights, but nothing compares to the feeling of the wind in your hair and getting bounced around in a boat with some of my favorite people. Thanks for the trip, Dad!

I got a few good pics of our time on the water that day, hope you enjoy them. Knock ‘em in the head for me until we get back!