(Cammie) green with envy.

So, over the next two days I'll be attending several of my husband's work functions. One of which requires formalwear which means:

(1) I have to "formally" primp myself, which isn't my usual custom.
(2) I'll get to see my husband in his dress blues (with the white pants!) which is relatively great.(3) I'm going to be exhausted afterward.

But speaking of Marines in their dress uniforms.... isn't that a site to behold? Especially in large quantities? And I'm saying this from any observer's point of view, not that of an enamored wife. They are striking. And while it's clear to me that I am not, myself, a Marine and it is also fully understood within my mind that I never had any desire to be one, I am a bit envious of them at formal gatherings. I wish I had found some sort of life calling that afforded me the opportunity to wear such an ensemble and celebrate such comraderie (minus, of course, the stringent requirements of dedication and sacrifice!). I've seen Marines at formal events interact in a most brotherly (or sisterly, for the ladies) fashion with complete strangers. They may share nothing but that title, but that's enough to unify them. It's remarkable. And I am in awe.

So while I don't look forward to my tight schedule over the next couple of days, I am pleased to know I will get to see a group of Marines mingling with one another. Doing that Marine grunty thing they do when certain remarks are made during speeches or ceremony. Buying each other drinks and ribbing each other in a good natured fashion. I will stand by and take it all in.