I remember, when B and I went to Colorado for him to commission his younger twin brothers, feeling a little jealous of the two girlfriends (now both wives) who got to be there for the event. I remember taking pictures and feeling a longing to have been there when B had taken his initial oath. Trust me, I revel in the fact that I’m the one with him now, but there is a part of me that will always be a touch sad to have not been here from the beginning.
Back in January, my awesome father-in-law sent us a DVD of all of the family yearly videos that he had put together since 2004. Including two videos dedicated solely to Brian’s commissioning and graduation. Pictures that prominently featured his ex.
We have plenty of pictures of us with him in uniform, but it’s always been for formal nights, weddings, or graduations. I’ve never gotten to have a part in his military career. Besides baking cookies for his airmen. Normally, I’m okay with staying in the background, that’s my place as a military spouse. But I began to realize that it was important to me to be able to participate in his promotion ceremony.
So I did something that I’m not fond of doing, I asked him to do this ceremony for me. He’s not big on pomp and circumstance. He’s not big on celebrating something that he achieved by “continuing to breathe.” But he knew that it was important to me.
I can’t really explain how much this meant to me. I’ve heard him administer the oath, but it is different to hear him take it on again. To be there just to support him as an airman and officer.
This meant the world to me. I’m somewhat sad that his smile is the only one captured here. Because mine was megawatt bright. It’s a tiny little thing, this pinning on, but it carries the with it the weight of supporting my airman through all of the ups and downs of military life.