I love my husband.

Seriously, sometimes that man just says or does things that make me wonder how on earth I got so lucky to have him love me the way he does.

We may or may not be going to the Ball. We will find out for sure tomorrow. We have other things that we would like to spend that money on (namely, bedroom furniture) so unless they make it a "if you don't go you get screwed out of holiday leave" we will most likely not attend. But if we do, instead of him just going on his own (which I actually suggested because I know he'd rather not spend all the money on ball stuff!) we'll both be going. I am excited either way. I'd love furniture and I know we'd have a great time at the ball. If he wasn't going career and we wouldn't have 18 more to attend, I'd say screw it lets go. But no rush since we'll have plenty of chances! LOL

Anyway.

He came home yesterday and told me that he and his Gunny talked. He basically told his Gunny this: "Yes I could go to the ball by myself and not have to pay for my wife's ticket, the dress, the hair and all that other stuff. But for the last 2 years she's supported me and made sacrifices for my career as well. She's the reason I'm a Marine to begin with and my success as a Marine is all because of her. She deserves to be there to enjoy the night as much, if not more than I do."

I bawled. He laughed at me and kissed my forehead. Hell, I'm crying just typing this.

I know how lucky I am. I know that most people do NOT find this kind of love in their lifetime. We've been together since we were 16. Our love for one another has always been fierce and deep, even when we were just friends we had that connection. But over the last 7 years it has continued to grow and mature.

He is the reason I can pull myself out of bed on the mornings that aren't so great.