“Do you know what today is?”

If I weren’t married and out of the house, I guarantee you my dad would be asking me this question today. In fact, I’m guessing he probably already has asked my mom and brother. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he calls in the next few hours to pose the question to our household.

The answer? The one that’s been ingrained in my mind every November 10th for as long as I can remember?

Today is the birthday of the United States Marine Corps. The 233rd birthday, to be exact.

Hence, the Ball the other night.

(I always take any chance I get to use the word “hence.” Or “thus.” I love “thus.”)

I remember the first ball we went to, when a personal friend walked up to us as we entered the ballroom and told me “Happy Birthday.”

I, the Marine wife of only a couple months, looked at her quizzically and said quite eloquently… Huh?

John later explained that since it was the Marine Corps birthday ball and since I was now among the ranks of the USMC spouses, people would be telling ME happy birthday, too.

“But, so, well… why are they even telling YOU “happy birthday” when it’s the Marine Corps that’s old, not, you know, YOU. It’s kinda weird.”

He further explained (while, you know, pulling me aside to shield me from the shocked and appalled stares of the seasoned Marines and spouses around us) that, well, in fact, the Marines? They ARE the Marine Corps.

Oh. Yeah. I guess that’s right, isn’t it? Weird. But it makes a little more sense.

But given a few more years, a few more nights of duty, a few more weekly haircuts, a few promotions, a few moves, a deployment and a whole lotta last-minute-changing-of-the-”set-in-stone”-plans… it makes sense to me.

Because the Marines? They ARE the Marine Corps.

Novel concept.

So, as a Marine daughter and now a Marine wife, I’d like to wish my daddy, my husband, the oodles of friends and family who have worn the Eagle, Globe and Anchor–and their spouses (this is you, fellow bloggie Marine wives!)–a very happy birthday.

Oh, and check out this seriously awesome tribute to the Few and the Proud. We loved it. Merritt clapped his hands and screamed. When it was all over, Troy said, “Aw, I’n proud uh you, Daddy!” How he knows what that means, we have no clue. But, boy, was it cute.

And also–bonus points to the first civilian who can tell me where the USMC was started. Without Google help. Ha.

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