No, seriously, take this advice. Run with it. There is something about kissing that just slows the world down long enough. My friend joe actually made a comment that has stuck with me over the years. He said, I kiss my wife good bye every mornings, because you never know if you are going to come home that night. Pretty poignant advice, and a lesson that was learned through he tragedy of his own father who was killed in a traffic accident while at work. Continue reading 10 of 25… →
She says my eyes remind her of the sea after a storm.
In her eyes I find the strength to be the man she needs me to be.
Sometimes, it’s in the simplest of things that we find our connections. Continue reading 9 of 25… →
In 1994 we found out we were pregnant again. Baby number two was on the way. The biggest difference this time was I was going to have to go through the whole thing. All 9 months of it. Trust me, I looked into being attached to a ship for a few months just to miss it, but apparently the Navy doesn’t just send guys over seas because their wife is pregnant, unless of course they don’t want to go, then you get your one-way ticket FedEx’d to you.
Ok, seriously, I didn’t go looking for a way out of being there for this baby (and if you think I did, you might only be slightly right). Unlike our son, I was going to be there for the whole thing. Watch my wife grow in size (and impatience) and enjoy all the weird quirks that come with what a baby does to a woman. The nesting phase, the morning sickness, the odd food issues, the emotional drama that makes Pretty Little Liars*** seem like a comedy. Yes, I was going to have a front row seat to that roller coaster. Yippee… Continue reading 8 of 25… →
February of 94. No more ‘haze gray and underway’. Now, every night I would be home with my family with maybe a night where I had to stay on the base happening once a week or so. Nothing like the last three years of our marriage, or I guess, three-and-a-half if you want to be totally accurate.
No, now I would be home all the time and be able to get to know my family and they would get to know me and it would be wonderful…
Or so you would think. Continue reading 7 of 25… →
The Three Rules…
When we first got married, I was constantly away from home. A day on duty where I had to stay all night; a few days or weeks underway for this op or that work-up; 6 month deployments. You get the picture. At one point, we jokingly sat down and did the math and figured that in the first four years of our marriage we had physically slept in the same bed for less than a year and a half of it.
So, somewhere along that road, we agree to three simple rules that we would make the foundational bedrock of our marriage. Continue reading 6 of 25… →