My hubby, The Engineer, and I, met when we were mere toddlers. Ok, a bit older, but not much–I was 15 and he was 16. We began dating when I was 17, and the second I turned 18 we got married. Ah–so young…ah, so dumb. BUT we are still here–all these years later, and Memorial Day, as well as Veterans’ Day always reminds me of those years when he enlisted in the Navy.

There will be lots of posts about reverence for the military this weekend–as well there should be–but I’m saving this post for the Navy wives, who keep the home fires burning while their sailors are gone. 

Being a Navy wife is pretty tough. Being a new (teen) mother 1500 miles away from family is pretty tough. Here are 5 things I learned during those Navy years.

1. Navy wives stick closer than a sister. When it’s 11:00…