Let the waiting begin

I'm a military wife. Did you know that? Maybe not. In fact, a lot of times I forget that I am, seeing that my husband hasn't done a single thing for the Air Force (yet), except take their money, take their money and make them pay for all the things we don't want to pay for, namely school. It's kind of heavenly. And in return, we give them four years...maybe more...of our lives and walk away from dental school, debt free. It's great. I love that this is how John decided to go through dental school. And the biggest perk, we'll get to move around the world on someone else's penny, which has always been my preferred way of travel. Win win if you ask me.

I've always had a special place in my heart for the military, which was definitely heightened during my D.C. days. I LOVED being in D.C. and seeing our military men and women on a daily basis, in their getup, working hard for our country. I have a deep respect for them, and I'm proud to say my husband is part of that family now, even if he hasn't done much yet, and will (fingers crossed) never have to be deployed. Of course, never say never, but as a dentist for the Air Force, his duties will slightly differ from that of someone on the front line, and the likelihood is pretty slim. But stranger things have happened, and my worst nightmare could come true. After all, my nightmares, unfortunately, have a way of coming true.

I'm excited to enter the military life next year. Never did I think my life would have anything to do with the military, but I love that it has, and I can't wait for my husband to serve as a dentist for our country. Cheesy? Sure, but it's true! I love the military...and a man in uniform for that matter.

I've always known I would only be in Oklahoma for three years, and once dental school is over, we'd be leaving Oklahoma and heading somewhere unknown. Exciting, but scary. And I've not so secretly been looking forward to that day from the day I moved here. Sad, but true. Although, I'll be the first to admit that the thought of leaving this place is bittersweet. Maybe more bitter even?

Where in the world (ok, just the U.S. for now) will we be going? Well, you're guess is as good as ours, but our list of places we'd like to go has been submitted, and now the waiting begins, like months of waiting. It's almost as bad as waiting nine months to meet your baby, but thankfully, we only have to wait four or five months for this. That still seems like forever though. Where will we go? Where will we go? Let the waiting begin...

And because the military rocks like that, I leave you with this little clip to start your weekend off right: