After two decades, his day has come.
My husband R retired from the US Navy… Yesterday!
He began the day just outside of JEB Little Creek and finished it in Kentucky. He will be with family in a few days, spending time with them until the next chapter of our lives begins.
R is quite emotional and rightly so. What a huge transition!
And yet I seem to have forgotten the other person this affects greatly! That’s me!
I won’t have this independence that I once loathed, this independence that basically forced me to suck it up countless times through the past twelve years, this independence that compelled me to work, even while pregnant and raising two preschoolers.
I wonder what will happen to this independence. R would never hold me back; the Navy did that for him. I wonder if it will be difficult, if I will push myself, if it will even matter how thick skinned I’ve had to become.
It was no easy feat.
His new chapter. My new chapter. What difference does it make really? Come along for the ride.
One of the few photos I have with him in uniform. Top: Navy Day Ball 2000. Bottom: Family trip to Disneyland, 2012.