I’m not even sure anyone will find this remotely interesting enough to actually read it, or if I’m merely investing much of my time and energy in a rather public diary, but something about the opportunity to put words down on a forum such as this sparked my interest. Anyone who knows me on a seriously personal level knows that I can write better than I can speak, and writing in general provides me with the most incredible escape from reality. And when it comes to the chaos my daily life will shortly be becoming here, even the slightest pumping on the breaks from that crazy train will be welcomed with the most open of arms.
There’s something about peaceful Sunday evenings that make all feel right with the world, if only for a moment. Currently, my darling husband is in the kitchen cooking dinner, our dogs are pleasantly snoozing on the carpet just beside me, the sunlight outside my window is a gorgeous golden color, and the earth is completely at ease. I cannot adequately describe how much I wish this moment could last forever. In a mere few short weeks, moments like this are going to be lost for an undetermined amount of time. And I’m not quite certain I know how to handle that.
I’ve known since before our engagement that Tim was going to be enlisting in the Marine Corps. I knew well before our wedding that he was to be shipping off to boot camp the month following our ceremony. Somewhere in the grand scheme of things, that ship date got pushed into February of next year and I – foolishly – began to plan our first holidays as a married couple, and looked forward to the ample time we still had together. Yet, as I’ve known for as long as I can remember, life has a funny way of doing its own thing, according to our plans or not. I learned less than one week ago that his February 7th boot camp ship date suddenly became one at the end of October – barely over a month from our wedding date. “Shocked” only very barely began to describe my sentiments.
Shock, anxiety, uncertainty, and worry name just a few. But mostly, I am proud. Even with tears in my eyes and my heart weighing so heavy, I am proud to have married a man that is taking such an honorable step forward with his life, to better his and all of our’s along with it. To say that things are going to be different going forward is certainly an understatement, but I could not be more overjoyed to be spending my life with one so selfless, so righteous, right-minded, and respectable. Tim always commends me for my strength, but I don’t think he fully understands his own. Doing what he is choosing to is not for everyone – yet he is taking the step that he is so that others don’t have to. No matter what in this world happens going forward, that alone is something to be pleased with.
This blog is going to be a regular meeting place for myself and anyone else who wishes to keep up with our little family’s happenings going forward, good and bad and anything in between. I’ll update a minimum of once a week, and look forward to sharing with you all how our family grows, changes, and takes on whatever this life throws at us. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make the most of my remaining two weeks with this handsome man for a while. Never again do I ever want to say I took his wanting to teach me to play XBox or half-asleep cuddles for granted.
Endless love & blessings,