I love the Fourth of July.
Actually I love this country and the men and women of the armed forces who have sacrificed so much for us….so that we might live in a country where we can be free.
And whenever I sing the Star Spangled Banner….I think of a sailor who loved a girl.
And a girl who loved a sailor…..
…..and her Lee Press-On Nails.
When my husband was my boyfriend….he joined the Navy.
At the time, I really didn’t know much about the Navy….except that the uniforms were really cute.
And those hats.
Actually….when he told me that he joined the Navy…..all I could think about was how cute he was going to look in his uniform. I didn’t really understand about sacrifice and drills and boot camp and shaved heads and leaving for three months to go away.
Oh….and I didn’t understand how much I was going to miss him.
So when a plane ticket arrived in the mail with an invitation to go and see him graduate from boot camp….I was ready. I planned for three weeks for the perfect “see your boyfriend graduate from boot camp” outfit.
It was royal blue.
With brass buttons and military style detailing.
And matching blue pumps.
And I had my hair highlighted and got a fresh tan and new lip liner and new giant medallion style gold earrings and a brand new set of bright red spiked Lee Press-On-Nails.
Remember Lee Press-On-Nails?
Weren’t they the best?
They came in a set of 10 nails with glue strips that worked really well at first….and then after a while the glue strips stopped working and you had to go old school with the nail glue.
True glamour at it’s finest.
And so there I stood on that hot afternoon day.
Waiting in my royal blue suit with the brass buttons and military style detailing and my matching pumps and my highlighted hair and my lipstick and my Lee Press-On-Nails.
That kept falling off. Or rather….in my nervous excitement I think I kept peeling them off.
And gluing them back on.
Again. And again.
As I waited for what seemed like forever….as first one company and then another and another and another marched through the chain link fence into the parade area. And finally….as the very last company marched through…..step by step in perfect time….there in the very center….was my sailor.
You see….he was the captain of the troop.
And he was so cute and he was wearing the uniform and the hat and saying all sorts of leader-like things…..like…..“Left….left….left…..right….left.”
He marched them right into the center of that parade ground where they paused…..with their white Navy uniforms gleaming in the sun. Then my handsome sailor turned, faced the crowd and saluted. And then he said the words that made my heart beat faster…… “Company……halt.”
That was good enough for me.
I didn’t know there was any more to the ceremony.
I mean….the company had marched in….and they were stopped….and I had been waiting and waiting and waiting.
Without pausing…. I leapt up from my seat and ran down from the stands onto that parade field with my Lee-Press-On-Nails flying in the wind.
And I jumped into his arms.
And as he tumbled over and his sailor hat was knocked to the ground….I heard his faint muffled voice croaking out….
And as the sounds of laughter and applause from the crowd surrounded us….a sailor fell in love with his girl….
….and she and her Lee-Press-On-Nails fell in love right back.
Happy Fourth of July.
PS I was not compensated by Lee-Press-On-Nails in any way for this post. As a matter of fact….I don’t even know if they make them anymore….but for all the girls waiting on their sailors…..maybe they should.
PPS Remember this picture:
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