Making Friends

I haven't made any friends here yet on the island. I know, I know, loser right? I've barely even met anyone! I guess I may be somewhat of an introvert, or maybe a homebody. Sometimes I wonder if it'll even be possible. I would at least like to have one friend before Taylor leaves. Otherwise, I might just go crazy. Us girls need someone to vent to practically 24/7 whether it's about a bad hair day or how much we hate the weather. We just always need someone there to talk to, to listen and to communicate with.

Honestly, I'm a little afraid. I'm sure I'm a lot younger than a lot of milsos and I don't have any kids. What could I possibly relate to anyone about? But I do know that we all have something in common, no matter the age, kids or no kids, we are all military wives and we experience some of the same things.

Whoever she is, I hope she is just as committed to her marriage as I and loves chick flicks, shopping and chocolate. :)

Dreams

A few years ago, my dreams were different than they are now. My dreams were all about myself, what I wanted to do, where I wanted to go and what I wanted to achieve. Even last year at this time, my dreams were selfish. All I could think of was who I was going to be and what I was going to make of myself. With promises and swears that I wouldn't be like everyone else. Just merrily passing through this life on a day to day schedule, I decided I'd make my life more meaningful. And I did.


My dreams aren't just about me anymore. "I" has become we and us. Now I dream of where we will go and what we will achieve together. I am now apart of a team. Husband and wife. The strongest team on earth.

Though my dreams may be different, I am still dreaming, wishing on shooting stars. I look back and see a little girl looking out her window wondering what kind of woman she would be. Thinking maybe she would save the world or at least save someone. She had to make a difference. I had to make a difference. And I have. I believe that maybe, just maybe, I was meant to make a difference in his life and in turn him make a difference in mine. What more could I ask for? All of my dreams have come true. But believe me, there are more dreams every day that I want to come true with Taylor. Dreams of becoming parents together, dreams of traveling together, dreams of growing old together, and dreams of dreaming together.  

Never stop dreaming.

Affairs of the Heart

Recently, my husband and I have been binge watching "Army Wives". The show is fantastic, but there is something that really kind of bothers me. The infidelity!!! It's insane. Here and there husbands and wives are having affairs, and people act like it's normal. Granted there are wives who don't, some of them will tell the person, "I really want to, but I just can't." What?!? To me, wanting to is just as bad as doing it. Matthew 5:28 says "But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart." So the BIBLE says even if you don't physically touch someone, when you think about doing it or even want to (as some of the spouses do in the show) then you've already done it. It's just as bad. Some of them blame it on deployments and stuff and though I have never experienced my husband deploying and being away for a while, I could never even think of doing that to us or to our marriage. Control people!

Taylor knows he has nothing to worry about and I also know the same. I made a commitment in front of God and family and I would never go back on that. Listen to this. 57% of men admit to infidelity in any relationship they've had while 54% percent of women admit the same. 22% of married men have strayed at least once in their marriage and the percentage is 14% for women. BUT! It also says that 74% of married men would commit infidelity if they knew they wouldn't get caught!! You want to know the percentage for women? 68%. Over half according to this study (http://www.statisticbrain.com/infidelity-statistics/) would do it if they wouldn't have to deal with the consequences. Can you believe that? That's horrible! I've always seen marriage as this sacred, beautiful thing and people throw it away every day. I refuse to do the same.

If you have never read Song of Songs in the Bible, I encourage you to. It's one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. Solomon and his bride are just in complete awe of each other. Solomon tells his bride, "I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels." Her words, "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out." Gorgeous words right? I want a marriage like this. I want us to take delight in each other every day. There is no other for me than Taylor and there never will be. I encourage you to take delight in your marriage/relationship today. :)

Background

Last year, around this time I was preparing for high school graduation. Today I am married with two babies...and I mean fur-babies. Did you think I meant actual children? Oh no, though I do love kids...not yet. Yes, I'm 19 and yes, I am already married. Believe me, I've heard it all, "There is no way you're going to work out." "How do you know you love him?" "Do you really even know each other?" "You're too young!!" Well do you know what I say to that? Poo. I believe love can be experienced at any age and with two people willing to commit, it can excel far beyond our wildest dreams. I used to have a plan. That I would graduate high school, go to college, get some sort of degree and THEN settle down, get married and have a family. But life doesn't work that way, does it? Nevertheless, I'm happy it doesn't. My life would be completely different. You see, I met my husband on a social media site. We had gone to the same high school before I had moved to enroll elsewhere. I friended him, thinking I knew him from somewhere but I just couldn't place where. He accepted, messaged me and the rest is history. Lovely, dramatic, crazy, fun history. My parents were horrified. I wanted to get married, to a guy who lived 4,000 miles away. Which meant I would live 4,000 miles away. I can remember the arguments. Them asking why, me saying I just knew it was love and this was it. Looking back now, I'm a little surprised they didn't barricade me in my room and keep me from doing what I was determined to do. But they didn't. They knew I wasn't going to change my mind. My brothers, both military were a little shocked and concerned, my twin more than our older brother. But they were both there the day we wed in a JP's office. (I know, so original right?) Nothing fancy. Just the way we wanted it to be. A lot of friends and family weren't apart of the day. It wasn't anything personal, that's just how it played out. With whispers of people who had told me not to in my head, I went through with it anyway. I had to. I wanted to!! I loved Taylor. He was the one and I wasn't going to waste another second. Why would I? About a month later, I had quit my job as an office cashier at a local grocery store and I flew to Hawaii. My parents drove me to the DFW (Dallas-Fort Worth) airport and after tears and goodbyes I boarded a plane with an eight hour flight. No layovers. With my hair in a mess, my body sweaty from the plane ride and my face without a trace of makeup, I walked toward my future, his arms open wide and the brightest smile painted on his face. Far from home, I was home. 


So here I am now. We've been married exactly four months in two days. The most challenging, beautiful, and rewarding months of my life. Oh the experiences, but that is for another day and another post ;) Stick around!