Inspiration

I know it sounds cliche.. but my husband truly does inspire me. 


I try to be a better person for him. Because of him I laugh louder, cry harder, I take pride in myself, what I am doing, and where I am in my life. I have learned to let go a little. I have started to accept that I can't control everything in my life. I dance more. I even walk around in his t-shirt, a tall pair of socks, and a glass of wine...because I can! And for these things I thank my husband.


He truly is a wonderful man... he is sometimes forgetful, lazy, and his little habits annoy me... but they are also the reasons I love him more than life itself. When I get lost he helps me find my center. When I get stressed he reminds me what is truly important in life. 


He lives everyday and every minute in the moment. He can just smile and my worries melt away.


For a man that has seen more evil in his lifetime than most individuals will ever see... he remains so upbeat. He remembers what it means to live.. He cherishes each breath that god has given him. 


He goes to bed every night saying that it was a good day... "no one died today... so its a good day" " and for the men that have died.. they give us a reason to live... not only for us, but for them." 


So thanks babe... I wish I could take all your ghosts away. = / but know that your love has given me a reason to be more, do more... I love you! 
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Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass..it's about learning how to dance in the rain

Sometimes it just worth the fight

So this week has been a pretty stressful one for me... thank god that the stress that I have been feeling has nothing to do with Andy and I. But for some reason we took this opportunity to discuss some things we can do better in our relationship. Andy and I are entering 1 year of marriage in a few months.


We of course have had our ups and downs. But the great thing about Andy and I's relationship is that we take every disagreement and use it to make what we have stronger.


The dynamic of my husbands and I's relationship is as follows
- I like to yell! I want to be pissed, I want to scream, and then I want to move on
-Andy likes to walk away... he doesn't want to yell, he doesn't want to deal with confrontation.. he wants to leave and come back and act like it never happened.


- you can see where we butt heads!! = ]


So in our discussion on our porch...we talked about ways that I can handle stress better. We discussed how he needs to learn that I can't just drop an argument. Because whether he likes to think so or not = ] I am not getting upset to just get upset..there is a reason.


- overall I think that we made a lot of progress this week. I think it takes a strong person to admit their flaws... own up to their mistakes... and it takes an even stronger couple to come out of an argument even stronger then before.


My advice: I used to be the person who during an argument wanted nothing more than to be right. I thought that if I could hold out the longest that I would prove my point. That as long as I didn't give in I could show that I was the strongest. [But the truth is its not about who is stronger or who can hold out the longest...the only thing that matters is making it right.]


Remember: the best things in life are worth fighting for.

The puzzle piece that just fits

It’s the best feeling in the world when he walks through our door and gives me the biggest hug… and that feeling is even more amazing in those desert cammies = ] It’s the pride, the time apart, the way he kisses my forehead… that makes me fall even more in love with him every time he comes home.

He’s like the puzzle piece that just fits.  

It’s the hardest feeling in the world to explain, but the easiest to feel. It truly is amazing to me that the butterflies I feel when he holds me have not yet faded. Of course we have our disagreements, our flaws, our moments when it would be easier to walk away… but at the same time what we have is worth fighting for. Any day, Everyday.

Sunday night, even though he was exhausted from no sleep; we spent the whole night just spending time together. We made an amazing dinner, grabbed a bottle of wine, lit a candle, and just talked out on our porch. When we finally drug our butts to bed we just laid there; my head on his chest, laughing and listening to the rain. At one point he started spinning my wedding ring. And then he simply stated that he still couldn’t believe that I am his wife. He just laid there holding my hand, smiling, and saying that, “this is our house, our life, our future”.

I admit that I am going to miss these weekends. It sounds crazy, I know…but once something has been apart of your life for so long, it’s hard to imagine life without it. We will still continue to just lay in bed and talk, we will still eat dinner on the porch… but now there is no more drill weekends, no more cammies, no more smelly boots in the doorway.