Today he's been in the Navy for three years.
He's enlisted for four years (plus a couple months for extension for our current command). As of right now, he does not want to re enlist. I'll support his decision either way.
In the last three years we've accomplished and gone through many things.
- he went through basic training, despite the hard times.
Graduation in Great Lakes 2008.
I missed him so very much, as you can guess.
He made it through. I was so proud.
Love.
- he went through A School and then came home to visit me before arriving at his first command.
That's when we conceived Austin.
- he was stationed in Twentynine Palms from November of 2008 to the end of November 2010. When he told me he would be stationed in California, I was so excited. When I looked "Twentynine Palms" up I was shocked to find what I did. This was not the California I pictured! It was the desert! In the middle of nowhere...
Still. I moved out to be with him in March of 2009, pregnant with Austin. We lived in a little trailer that he was able to afford and find just before being kicked out of the barracks. I HATED that trailer. I know he was finding what he could... but I hated it still. The landlord was never around to do anything he was supposed to. It fell apart. Ants would come and go. Flies. The swamp cooler didn't work really. And the place was dirty when my husband moved in, and cleaned it himself. We waited for a place on base for 6 months. They said they called us once, and we didn't answer - so we were taken off of the list and started the process all over. It was a month before I was due that we got the call to move on base. I was so glad to leave that trailer. I had Austin in the Naval Hospital there August 2nd of 2009. My husband worked in the galley at the hospital, and for the majority they were all so close there. I met good wife friends there: Vicky, Daisy, Miriam, Aislinn, Mary, Tiffany, & Gao. Plus, my husband grew a bond with the guys.
Still. I moved out to be with him in March of 2009, pregnant with Austin. We lived in a little trailer that he was able to afford and find just before being kicked out of the barracks. I HATED that trailer. I know he was finding what he could... but I hated it still. The landlord was never around to do anything he was supposed to. It fell apart. Ants would come and go. Flies. The swamp cooler didn't work really. And the place was dirty when my husband moved in, and cleaned it himself. We waited for a place on base for 6 months. They said they called us once, and we didn't answer - so we were taken off of the list and started the process all over. It was a month before I was due that we got the call to move on base. I was so glad to leave that trailer. I had Austin in the Naval Hospital there August 2nd of 2009. My husband worked in the galley at the hospital, and for the majority they were all so close there. I met good wife friends there: Vicky, Daisy, Miriam, Aislinn, Mary, Tiffany, & Gao. Plus, my husband grew a bond with the guys.
A glimpse at one of the many fantastic barbecues in the Davila home, and Halloween 2009.
The Corpsman Ball 2010: with Mary, with my husband.
Tiffany and her husband & Bat at the Ball.
Mary and her then fiance, and Daisy and Ryan at the Ball 2010.
Daisy and me, & Tiffany and me. BTW the Ball was in VEGAS.
Massive burrito challenge in Vegas.
We were sad to leave that desert we had both hated for a while when it came time. I remember the cookouts, get togethers, and everything fondly. The friends we made there made the desert much more tolerable. I became pregnant with our daughter there too. At the end of November 2010 we would move to another command. Our current one.
- we've been at our current command since November. It's nice here. A beach area. We were offered a house the first day being here. Peyton was born in February at a hospital off base. I've met a handful of friends here.
- we're 45 days into our first (and probably last) deployment. We're getting by.
- we have a little over a year and some months left as of now in his Navy career. Then we'll be getting on with our lives. My husband wants to go to school. I would like to start my photography business & possibly work for a studio for the experience. And if he does decide to stay in another term, I'll support that decision too.
Here's to three years doing it "Navy Style". I never imagined myself being a military wife. I've been told "I don't know how you do it!" over and over. I do it because I love the man I married. He was in the DEP program when I met him, and I knew he was going into the Navy. I fell in love with him. I wanted to be with him forever and always. So it's either support him and follow him through his military career or not be with him at all. I'm going to have to go with option one here. We've managed to build this life together. We've adapted. We moved away from everything we had ever known, so he could do this. He's does it for for me, for his kids, and for our future all together. It's not easy. This life is not easy. When they are stationed on shore, you get used to it... but once they go out and deploy... it's a whole other kind of experience.
I'm proud of you babe. You've made it through these three years - despite the hard times you've faced.
I'll go wherever you are (as long as I'm allowed to) & support you through it all.
Come home, soon and safe to me.
- Rayne.
a Navy wife.
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