The First Navy Wife Friend

I mentioned before that Mrs D and I are extremely lucky we've had each other through this journey. And we are! In fact just last night she came over while her man was on an underway, and obviously my mine is still in the midst of his deployment. We sat around eating pizza, watching Netflix movies, and gossiping. It was a perfect night. I felt 16 again, the only thing missing was some rounds of Karaoke.

However, when I first moved here after marrying my mister, Mrs D was not here. She was back home with our fams. I moved here on my own. The first navy wife I met was N. She was JT's  friends wife, and she was the "caregiver" to all of the single sailors her husband was friends with. She had taken care of my man for months, letting him crash on their couch to get off the boat, feeding him, letting him use all the hot water he wanted, and doing his tremondous amounts of laundry for free.

JT was convinced that when I met N she and I would enjoy playing housewives together. However, I was not so sure because N was 5 months pregnant, and I, a newlywed was so far from the baby-making plan that I just wasn't sure. Oh, but my husband was so right. N quickly became my 1st Navy Wife Bff.
We did play housewives together, and since she was in the middle of her first pregnancy, my apt. became the new Bachelor Crash Pad. Together she and I took these guys under our wings, and most of the time I swear even now, I am married to 4 guys instead of just 1 the way my house operates.We opened our homes to nights of Rock Band and Call of Duty, pizzas and beer, an abundance of dishes, couch crashers, and the neverending task of baking all types of pastries. N and I had fun! Through our fun I learned my place as a Navy Wife... I learned that sometimes my house is a continuous Bed and Breakfast, and occassionally my life looks a little too much like a 1950's butter commercial,  and that often we tend to take the back burner to our husbands' true wives; the Navy, but One good friend, One Navy Wife friend, can make those things bearable.
N's mister chose to get out of the Navy, and 8 months ago they moved several hours away from here, but she is still frequently my go-to Navy wife, and the person I call for all kinds of random questions, and trust me N and her mister will make several more appearances in my story.

The Beginning.

Mrs D and I have been friends for over 10 years now. We worked together at an all American teen job, in a little Indiana town and our boyfriends had been best friends. We imagined we had it all back then, but that is an entirely different story, another book completely. I don't think at that time either of us could ever have forseen the path of our friendship taking the direction it has. I still find it hard to believe...

This story though, the one I want to tell now, it starts 2 years ago, at what could culminate as the beginning of our true adulthood. It started as a simple trip to visit a friend who had moved away from home, and ended up as the weekend I would meet my husband, a Sailor.

That's right, I took the oath... I am a Navy wife, it's been 1 year and 4 months. And, this past July, Mrs D took the same oath. She too is a Navy wife. Surprisingly, we have been fortunate: our husbands are stationed at the same East Coast base, and we live a city away from each other, a mere 12.6 miles. Mrs D and I have made a fair share of friends out here, but I really have not met another wife, who has gotten lucky enough to have her best friend in the same location as her. This is truly something special and rare, but it makes our story that much more intersting to tell.

Mrs D and I are here together, on this blog to tell our story.

We are Real Navy House Wives,