She was a California girl, born and raised.
She had never been on a plane until after high school. Her plane dropped her off at yellow footprints in Paris Island, SC where she was greeted by biting sand fleas and red-faced drill instructors.
After boot camp, the Marine Corps sent her to college in sunny San Diego. She got a degree in Communications, and did all her studying on the beach.
She had a roommate that went into the Marine Corps too. They sent her roomie to Japan. The roomie called the girl from across the globe and told her that she had met the girl's husband. The girl laughed.
Three and a half years later, she met him. The boy the roomie said would be her husband.They were in Iraq, in the middle of a war. Their deployments overlapped by one month. Only 30 days and somehow both of them knew that it was just the start.
They played an email "Questions" came for 6 months once he left and she remained, each day answering 3 questions from the other and asking 3 new.
She came back from the desert. Back to sunny San Diego. And he asked her to dinner. It was Valentines Day weekend. He hates Valentines Day....and that their first date fell on it.
Eight months later he gave her a ring.
Eight years later they've added 3 more to their "us"....
....and somehow they know that this is still just the start.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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