Proud.

My husband graduated from his final nuclear training command today. It has been hard for us both. Hard work for him, and hard for me to deal with him working 16 hour days and crazy night schedules. I know it gets harder from here, but still. I am so proud of him. He has graduated from three nuclear training programs in 18 months and now he is finally going to a boat.

I never wanted to marry a military man. I grew up near Ft. Rucker, AL, and I saw what military life was like. I didn't want to move around so much. I didn't want my husband to be deployed or go to war. I saw the girls around town that DID want to marry an army guy, just to get out of that town. Have you seen An Officer and A Gentleman? Well, you wouldn't think it, but girls like that still exist, trying to get pregnant by an army guy so they can get married. At Ft. Rucker, they warn all the flight students about the girls around town--they call them Rucker Rats. So not only did I have no desire to be a Rucker Rat, I didn't want anyone to think I was one either. All in all I just never wanted to marry someone in the military.

Then, while I was in Belgium doing an internship, Jason informs me that he had joined the Navy. He was graduating from Auburn with a degree in Criminology, which basically meant that he either needed to go to Law School, become a cop or security guard, or join the military. Of course it took a lot for me to get used to the idea of it, but obviously I got over it. I'm lucky that he has gone so long without having to go on deployment, but he will soon. I'm worried about that. But for now, I'm just proud of my husband for all that he has accomplished.

In other news, our cable and internet will be going out any day now, as we prepare for our move. So my posting may be pretty scarce until we get settled in Virginia in a few weeks.