This morning I walked into my room after my shower and this is what I saw.
I thought that it was a pretty good representation of what being a Navy wife is all about. I mean, that one side of my bed hasn't been unmade since Nick's been gone (except when LP visits!) Not only is it unmade, but it houses a variety of replacement sleeping companions. Instead of my husband I sleep with books and a remote.
And that my friends is the definition of happiness. But hey, at least I sleep with my books instead of Nick who sleeps with a shipload of sweaty men.