We went to our third military ball last night. However, this one was a little different and it was an officer's only ball. It was held at hotel on the beach in Ventura. I almost switched seats so I could watch the sunset over the ocean as the speaker was talking. Don't worry, I didn't actually do it, but I really wanted to. I knew a few more people this year and was thankful to not be at the very head table...we were pretty much at the front, but not like last year.
Sometimes I still find myself thinking, "Is this for real?. Like, look at my husband! He's wearing a uniform and is all blinged out in ribbons. What is happening?!" But then Ben gets up and calmly begins the whole ceremony with a prayer and I remember how amazing he is at his job.
I'm so proud of him.
As I'm writing this, I'm realizing how ironic it is that it's called a "ball" and there wasn't actually any dancing last night...
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