Midnight ramblings…

It is nearly midnight here in Alabama. And as much as I need to go to bed, I find myself drawn to the computer to write. I just got off the phone with my husband. We talked tonight for 3 1/2 hours. About everything. In the way that we did when we first started dating. It was fantastic.

I was reminded tonight while we were talking of how much I love my husband. How thankful I am that God paired us together…thankful that God chose me of all people to be his wife. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I have a pretty amazing husband. And those people who take the time to get to know him and see through his bad-boyish and realistic mentality, will agree. And I am so thankful for our marriage. And the kind of marriage we have. The honesty, the openness, and the sheer enjoyment we get out of being together.

It used to frustrate me when people make their comments about how we aren’t really happy. [Yeah, we’ve been told that.] We’ve been told we were “fake”, and “un-real” and that we “pretended to be happy.” Even had someone direct a comment at us one time saying that “if we had to pretend to be that happy, then something must be really wrong.” I used to get royally ticked off when I heard comments like that, until I realized that a lot of people in today’s society can’t fathom the idea of a happy and faithful marriage.

Do my husband and I argue? Well, duh. Do I reach the point of frustration sometimes that I really want to just wring his neck? Absolutely. Is there things about him, teeny tiny little quirks that drive me bananas? Sure. But, the truth is, I wouldn’t want to be frustrated, irritated, or annoyed by anyone else.

We had a long, intense, hypothetical conversation about the realities of marriage tonight that really made me love him more. I am so overwhelmed by how grateful I am to be married to a man who is open and honest about challenges, difficulties and realities of life, marriage, and being separated from your significant other. I thank God every single day that we can be honest with one another, knowing that we are in this for the long haul and not have to worry that the other is going to break down and run away when things get difficult. I am a firm believer that marriage takes two people, and that no matter what the situation or circumstance, two people who love one another can overcome anything.

Hubby is so brutally honest…and I love it. I love that when I try on an outfit, I can receive an honest answer on whether or not it looks good. I love that when I get mad or he gets mad, that we can just tell each other why we are irritated and then move through it. I love that he is that way with everyone, and that people always know where he stands {even though other people aren’t always as appreciative.} I love that he totally and completely, 125% supports every single dream that I have; and is doing everything in his power to make all of them come true.

I love that he always has an encouraging word when I need it. And that he knows when to talk and when to just shut up and let me vent or cry. I love that he checks my blog every day to see what I’ve written. I love that writes little messages on my Facebook wall and calls me every morning to tell me he loves me. I love that- though we’ve been apart for the last two months- I am more in love with him right now than I ever have been. I love that he views life in color instead of in black and white or gray-life is complex, but oh so simple at the same time. I love that he is my best friend. I love that he always makes me feel beautiful and sexy-no matter what I’m feeling or what I’m wearing.

I love that he’s a man’s man who works with his hands and has tattoos. I love that he knows that we are going to be together for the rest of our lives. I love that he wants the biggest things in the world for our son and would do anything and everything to give them to him. I love that he’s a worker. I love that he knows what he believes and knows who he is. I love that he loves the Lord but isn’t afraid to admit his shortcomings and transgressions. I love that he doesn’t pretend to be someone he isn’t and doesn’t cover up his mistakes. I love that he can sit you down and tell you about the days that he raised you-know-what and partied to much and then tell you about the ways that God changed his life.

I love that he picked me.

He’ll be home in 3 days…well, actually just two days and a wakeup because he plane lands early. I could not be more excited. Little Man and I both have new clothes to wear to the airport, and he got a haircut today. The car is clean and has had an oil change, and the house will be spotless on Monday. The closets have been cleaned out to make room for his clothes, and the sheets on the bed are fresh. Now we just sit and wait. I’m going to get his Father’s Day gift on Monday [eeeeep! Excited!] and he’s picking out his Birthday Gift when he gets home. {He already knows he’s getting a camera…just not sure which one.} We are going to the beach, just us two for a few days while he’s here, and we’re going to relax and enjoy our time together.

I am in such a good place in life right now. I am happy with who I am. I feel fantastic. I love what I’m doing [taking pictures to my hearts desire, blogging and being a mommy and wife]. I love where life is taking us. I love my son. I love my husband. And I love knowing that no matter what life throws at us, no matter how hard or how trying it may be, that I have everything in the world that I need: God, my husband, and my son.