Belonging

I had the opportunity to spend part of my spring break with Peter. He of course had no break, but I spent time with him on the weekend and when he got out of class. It was the first time since his BMT graduation that I had been on an AFB. I got there Friday evening and waited for him at the visitor's center. He had to shower and make himself smell pretty (:-P) so it took him a while to walk to the visitor's center to meet me. While I waited I was able to see several other families waiting greet their airmen. I felt so blessed being there knowing that I was waiting on my own airman. Especially since mine is the hottest :). When I saw him walking towards me I knew it was him before I could really see his face. How he walked and how he moved was sooooo Peter. There's nothing like the first hug after being apart for several weeks. Inhaling the scent that is associated only with him. Knowing that once again I'm safe in his arms...

The next evening he took me to the Chapel run community center, where, as a white rope, he spends a good chunk of his "free time". I had heard much about this place and was excited about finally seeing what I had heard so much about. It was a Saturday night so the place was 'hoppin". Young people were participating in very college like activities. There were ping-pong tables, music playing, TVs to play video games on, movies to watch, and areas just to hang out in. The big difference being that the majority of the people were in ABUs. Even though I was with Peter I felt really out of place. I felt like everybody knew that I didn't belong there. I stuck extremely close to Peter that evening.

Because I had a visitor pass I was able to wait on base for him on the afternoons he had class. I waited at the same community center that he had taken me during the weekend. There was no one there while I waited. So I staked out a table and did homework until he got there. The more I sat there the more comfortable I was being there. I finally got to the point that I felt as if I belonged. I belonged there because I was with Peter. 

Something I noticed about being on base late at night was how safe I felt. I was with Peter of course, but it was more than that. I felt safer there then I feel at my own school.

This trip was the first time that I got to see him in his ABUs. He looked hot :) He looked great. Because it was new to me, I followed him around taking pictures of him from every angle. He told me I looked like a tourist with my camera. I couldn't help it. I was just so excited about how awesome he looked and that MY MAN is a man in uniform.

Him NOT blinking...lol

Wondering where my hand was...

Like I said...every angle ;-)