...but not just my husband. Seems I've had a love affair with men in uniform since I was a small child. Come to think of it, I think I was born being in love with men in uniform. My grandfather was both a SeaBee in WWII and a Warrant Officer in the Army during the Korean conflict. Several of my uncles served in the Army both in WWII and the Korean conflict. My father was in the Army as well.
Growing up, my mother was a dog breeder and the kennel club to which she belonged sponsored a Toys for Tots benefit dog show each year. At the age of 7, I met my first Marine in Dress Blues (SemperFi Wife, correct me if I got that terminology wrong!) and have been head over heels ever since.
Even before I met MacGyver, the boys I dated tended toward the military mindset. In fact, looking back, 3 of the 4 boys I had "serious" relationships with in high school and college spent time in the military. I didn't realize it then but it makes sense now. It's the uniform that gets me every single time.
Or at least the concept of it. When I met MacGyver, he was a year out of high school and not in the military. Yet. But I knew he was headed there and that was one of the things that attracted me to him. Even the idea of MacGyver in uniform was tantlizing!
We have a ball coming up. I love the opportunity to get dressed up and act like a princess, if only for a few hours. MacGyver's dress blues are out, cleaned, and pressed. They are sitting there, reminding me of yet another reason - one of the original reasons - that I fell for my husband. Not the only reason, but a darned good looking one!
