J is for Joshua

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There was a guy I called "Prince Charming" when I was a little girl.  I thought of him as I skipped around the house singing "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream". I wrote letters to him "to open when I'm married!" I was waiting for him when I envisioned myself in white. 

And I dreamed of tuxedos and kisses, not steel toed boots and deployments. I dreamed of date night at the movies and sweet nothings whispered in my ear, not courting over the span of 3,000 miles and hours lingering on a telephone.

But, I never imagined the intense joy of a homecoming, that first kiss after so many thousands missed, I couldn't read the hundreds of letters that would fly back and forth across the country as two people fell in love through their written word. The thrill of being escorted across the red carpeted bridge spanning the water and leading us to the Ring Dance. 

That look in his eyes as I sang to him on our wedding day, the room filled with people, but the only person I could see was him. The reverent awe surrounding us as we gazed upon our newborn son for the first time. The tears that wouldn't stop as I lost myself in his embrace, for at last he was home, after being gone for so long. 

Nothing is as I imagined. But as I look back, 

I see that for all I imagined, it was nothing.

Not even a shadow of the greatness, of this day.

No, he is not prince charming. He is Josh. And he is the one I love, today, and forever.

-The Domestic Diva