His Marine Corps Unit came home Sunday. It was just amazing to watch all the reunions. I went to see Joey up in California when his Battalion first got back into the States a couple weeks ago. There were so many family and friends gathered at the base waiting for the police escorted busses carrying there Marines home from the airport.
Such a huge welcome home for all these Marines. It was wonderful. Only me, his Dad, his sister, her baby(our new neice that he hadn't seen yet), and his best friend came to the base to pick him up. The rest of the family was waiting back at his house. We didn't want to overwhelm him too much at first....although, he did say he was kinda overwhelmed, but in a good way.
We were on the news. I knew the news crew thought the baby he was holding was his and not his neice and the lady crying next to him his wife and not his sister so they came to interview us. They talked to him, his sister and his Dad. I was just waiting for the news lady to stick the microphone in my face and ask how I felt as his fiancee' about him coming home. Thankfully, she didn't.
So we saw ourselves on the news later on. There's the clip with Joey's sister and one of me and his Dad while his Dad was talking about leaving all of our yellow ribbons up in show of suport for all the other troops still over there.
It's so good to have him home. I woke up Sunday morning and spied an empty coffee cup from his favorite coffee house on the dressor, tripped over his shoes on the way to the bathroom because of course his shoes would be in the middle of the floor, put away all his shaving gear that he of course left out in the bathroom, and picked his clothes up off the floor. Yep, he's home!
edit because in my excitement I said he came home Sunday...he came home Saturday
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