Last night I dragged my husband to the FRG meeting for his company. The FRG is the Family Readiness Group, or as I like to call it, the wives club. It is a place for the spouses to obtain information on what is happening with our company, when the soldiers are to be sent to trainings, and dates for fun things like Brigade Balls, etc.
It was the first meeting since we've been back from the deployment. I was hoping to meet some new wives, and maybe a new friend.
Two other wives were there. Both also dragged their husbands. One of which I am already friends with. The other is too high ranking for me to really be hanging out with.
The new company commanders wife is running the meetings now, since our last leader had to quit for personal reasons. If anything I wanted to meet the commanders wife.
The meeting was quite unofficial and boring, which was really nice, as we didn't have to stay long. It was held at a place called Family World, which sadly, is a Chinese buffet restaurant. The restaurant has few tables and is littered with arcade games and kiddie rides.
As we are waiting for the meeting to "begin" my husband wanders over to a video game with some sort of AK-47 type guns attached to it, grabs one of the guns, turns it towards the meeting and starts firing. The gun emits a faint, rat-a-tat-tat sound and my husband delves into his Rambo role with fervor.
Silly. My husband is silly.
The company commander turns to me and says, "You know, if it weren't for Keema, we may not have made it through Iraq."
So for all of the times that my husbands silliness has irritated me, for the times when I am wishing that he would act more like a grown up, I have to remember that we all have our role to play. It really makes my heart smile to know that he was a bright light for some people in Iraq. A reason to smile, even if for just a moment in their day.
And for this I love his silliness. For this I am grateful. For this I love.