I am very happy my husband is home. Believe me I am. I am also, however, very stressed with everything going on with the move.
Some is Army stuff. A lot is Army stuff. But I will not go down that road right now, because that isn't why I sat down to write.
I sat down to write about the stress and how it, well, stresses our marriage.
My husband and I have a wonderful marriage. I am proud of the way we are, most of the time. We aren't perfect, but we ARE perfect for each other.
I love that one of my closest friends said something like "I don't know two people who were more made for each other than the two of you".
Wow. She's been married a good while ya'll. She's been through it and seen it and SHE thinks we were made for each other.
Warms my heart right up.
We are not always nice to each other. I am not good at handling stress and he struggles with handling me when I am stressed. ;)
These things didn't just pop up over night though. He knew I was this way and I knew he was the way he is. We fell in love with each other like this and although we may change slightly we still love each other very much.
We fight. We are not always nice. We are human. BUT we really love each other.
He is my perfect man. I strive to be his perfect woman. There is, always has been and always will be love. No matter the stress.
So I will take each day, hour, minute and second as it comes and pray with each breath that we will keep the love and try to be more kind.
I will NOT however pray for patience.
I don't have a deathwish ya know. ;)