Won't You Be Mine?

It was fully my intention to email Dad and ask him to be my Valentine because there was no way I'd get a valentine of my own, right? I've been on base less than a week, and I'm not that kind of gal to be noticed and all that jazz. No, no way I'd have a valentine.

I woke up this morning (early, for duty section turnover), opened the door to head to the head. There was shit on the ground. Not literal shit. Colorful...kiddy valentines. Happy Bunny, Hello Kitty, Disney Princess....rose petals in the hallway...I picked up the valentines by my door. They were addressed to me and my roomie, with heart lollipops, from the duty section 1 asst section leader. I'd thought him a serious type before, but it made my day.

See, this is what "shipmate" means. The little things that make you smile and be glad you're on this ship with this crew and life is good. Singing out "good morning!" everytime you pass the ladderwell watch. Getting to know the names of everyone who shares your head.

Anyway, Dad, I love you. You and mom have a happy heart day, even if you don't do much...but knowing you, there's flowers, and I need to come home and tell mom not to kill you.