Ranting a Tad.

People like to tell my husband and I that we got married young. What they really mean is “too young.” A statement that pisses me off because: 1.) marriage is hard work no matter what age you are, 2.) it implies that we missed out on something because we didn’t sleep with a bunch of other people and 3.) we’re rounding our 5^th wedding anniversary and I still consider my husband my best friend. 

I guess I’m reflecting on this because we just wrapped up an intensive (read: invasive) background investigation for my husband’s new career, and because he is going to be gone for 16 weeks at a training academy- by far the longest we’ve been apart since the day we met. As it gets closer to the day I have to put him on a plane, I am trying to mask how bummed I am. I am bummed that he won’t be around to make me laugh, to snuggle and bummed that I can’t take care of him. 

We aren’t perfect by any means. We bicker, we drive each other crazy at times, and we defiantly don’t share all the same hobbies.  People whispered at our wedding that we wouldn’t last. Even some of our close family members weren’t supportive. While peoples’ judgment aggravates me, the irony is that I feel so blessed sometimes I feel guilty. Some people go their whole lives without finding someone to share the journey with. The truth is I don’t deserve my husband. He is a better person than I am plain and simple. But for whatever reason the Lord has placed him in my life and I feel blessed to walk by his side. Wherever the Lord sends us, whatever mountains we have to climb, we will do it together.