Today, is my 26th year anniversary. My husband is out of the country, it’s his job, I’m not bugged, … really, honestly, … I’m not, well okay, sort of. It’s his job. It is what keeps a roof over our heads, our children fed, the heat on, food on the table, you know, it’s his job. The job of providing which I allow him to do, wouldn’t want to take that away. J And, honestly, I can’t do that job as well as he can.
I do so wish he were here and we could do something fun, even just send the children over to friends homes for the night and stay up watching fun movies and eating popped corn! We’ll postpone it for another night. We’ve had to do that many times before. But, it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him, or wish he were here. I do, but I also can prioritize and not act like the baby that I feel right now.
When I really put things into perspective, I realize that he is giving me a great anniversary present, peace of mind and the fact that he actually puts forth all effort he has in providing for his wife and family. He’s a good man. I’m so happy that he is and that I married him. I feel so lucky, so blessed, so happy that he loves me and I love him after 26 years and so many trials. We’ve survived and come out on the other end ok, actually happier and in love. It could have gone so many different directions. One particular trial that almost ended my life, and still to this day on a daily basis hurts. However, it had little to do with him, but our little family was literally attacked, and from within, how scary is that? But, we’re better for it, my children certainly are better for it, even though it causes me daily pain. Never from my husband or their father though. It’s made us a strong family unit.
Now, let’s not get too “ooy gooy”, I love him, it doesn’t mean that we don’t ever disagree or always “like” each other. We do disagree, but he knows then who I am and I know who he is and why? It’s because we share our disagreements. If you never disagree or resolve, then how can you know those things, are there some couples that are always forever on the same page? If they claim to be, I think it’s a lie, or they’re so shallow that they have no depth to share. I can say this, it’s MY blog!
Oh well, so there you go, lessons to prepare, house to clean, shopping to be done, work to do, real paying work to do too.
And … no “call to missionary work” for my 18 year-old yet. Pin’s and needles there…
Happy Thanksgiving!
One of my friends says that “it’s a good thing she doesn’t drink”, I think I’ll ….
