All. Things. Hubby.

I truly never was the girl that grew up thinking “I need to be married by the time I am ______” or “I need to have kids by the time I am ______”.  That being said though, we all imagine who we are going to marry when we are little.  Me growing up in New England, I never would have imagined it to be an AirForce baby that lived all over the place, including Germany, and settled in Georgia.  Georgia?  How would my life in a small town in New Hampshire lead me to Georgia?  Oh but it did.

One of my favorite things about my marriage to my husband is that I do believe that it was in the plans for me far before I met him.  For the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta, a family friend dedicated a brick at Olympic Park to my brother.  Back then I thought it was a great thing, but Atlanta meant ABSOLUTELY nothing to my 11-year-old self.  (I may not have even been able to find Atlanta on a map…) After I moved here, I remembered the brick and loved having a piece of my brother here with me.  Years later I realized that maybe it was always meant to be that I would end up here, and I had a little help along the way without even realizing it.

Anyhow, back to the childhood dream of who you will marry… that dream includes a lot of rainbows and butterflies. It does NOT include all the reality of what you ultimately learn that marriage actually MEANS.  The daydreams don’t include bills and mortgages, responsibility and chores, children, and sleepless nights when they are infants, who will get the next dirty diaper or clean the bottles, who cleans up the disastrous house from two toddlers, who cooks and cleans and does the laundry.  Marriage is a LOT.  It’s a team, and a partnership, and a friendship and a safe place and everything else.  This man is my world.  In my 11 years with him and almost 6 married to him, he has never let me down.  I most certainly wouldn’t be who I am today without him.

LASTLY (I promise), being an adult with a husband and children also makes me look at my parents in such a different light.  I now understand that they weren’t just “my parents” but they had their own marriage, their own things to deal with and I respect them so much more now that I understand that

I hate myself for this.. but the old mantra plays true… “If only I knew then what I know now”.  (inset eye roll).

OK! Now that I have gotten all the mushy stuff about my babes and my hubs out of the way – onto the fun!

Next up – our travel adventures later this week.

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