For pretending I didn't wake you up.
0300, 0400, and 0500 come early. Thank you for rolling over and pretending my alarm and the jingle of my dog tags didn't wake you up for the fourth time this week.
For not getting mad that I own so much...stuff.
I have so. much. gear. And it is, inevitably, everywhere. I have my issued gear, gear I bought, and gear I'm borrowing. And it doesn't smell all that great either.
For working out with me...
For being willing to help me do better on my APFT, my general PT, and those little insecurities we all have...even if it's a "hey...want to do some sit-ups?" at 2 am.
For listening to my stories
The military is something you live and breathe--I'm sorry that I have so many weird stories from the barracks or basic, but I appreciate you listening to them. Especially when you've already heard it five times.
For trying to understand the acronyms
OHHH the acronyms. There's so many. And I thank you for trying to understand me, even though the story of my day sounds like a foreign language to you.
For letting me sing cadence
I know cadence is super loud and obnoxious-thanks for not yelling at me every time I bust out a "Rock Steady" in the shower or start with "It's Alright, It's Okay" when it starts to rain.
For knowing all my battle buddies
We have a lot of battle buddies. A literal crap ton of brothers and sisters. And a lot of them have the same last names, so thank you for pretending you know who I'm talking about...and who I've been on the phone with for two hours.
Thanks for letting me be me
Thank you for letting me be me. I don't always come home on the weekends, or very early at night, and I leave before dawn in the morning, but you never get mad at me. You understand the obligations and duties I have to fulfill, and it honestly means a lot.