This Wonderful Man Comes Home Tomorrow!

My husband comes home tomorrow! It almost makes me tear-up to think about it! (I know that’s totally silly, but I love the guy!)

It’s hard going a long time without the companionship of your better half. So much has happened, and I wonder if all the things I want to talk about with him will matter anymore! Time apart always makes me realize how special and eventful each and every living day is. You know those people who say, “Make the most of every day!” or “Each day is a gift from God” and it usually puzzles me- what does “making the most of every day” and viewing each day as a gift really mean? What about a day in and of itself is so special?

Well, I can at least tell you what I think!

Each day possesses the potential for great change, great successes, great failures, great realizations, great tragedies, great love, and great surprises. Potential being the key word here, we usually view a day as having nothing “great”, but having very little. But, as I now get to have stretches with and without my better half, for some reason, it’s easier to see the greatness of a day. Within the 2 weeks that My Man has been gone, I’ve had great discoveries about myself, my desires, my hopes and dreams, I’ve had experiences that have strengthened family relationships and moments of great sorrow and loneliness. Without my best friend around the house to talk it all out with, it’s almost as if those moments that mattered so much in my day were amplified- waiting to be discussed with the man in my life that my world revolves around. It’s strange- each day really is special. Each day holds something to be discussed, something to be grateful for, something… just something!

Each day with the one you love really is a gift- and sometimes it takes those times apart to really see it that way: a gift.

I love that Briggy of mine! I’m counting down the very minutes until I can bring him home!


Husband- And Other Endearing Stories

My Husband is so awesome.

I feel so lucky to get to be so madly in love- to find everything about my eternal companion endearing. I mean, who gets to have as much fun, smiles, cries from happiness, and love as I do?? It absolutely hurts my brain when I try to figure out what I did right to deserve my Husband.

I know that’s super mushy. You’re probably barfing by now.

Get over it.

One of those things that I find so endearing about him is this: (and it’s quite hilarious)

Whenever my Babeh sees a picture with a Rottweiler, he makes this face…

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And he turns into a big pile of mushy, puppy-lovin, giddy Brigham. It’s adorable.

I can’t let him have a puppy yet- I’d never get his attention back!

Also, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that was as naturally good with kids as my Brig. We babysat for my friend and her husband so they could have a date night, and we walk in and immediately this happens:


We’d been there for less than 10 minutes! The parents hadn’t even left yet!

And so, dear readers, it is my privelege to brag:

My husband is awesome.

A Most Wonderful Realization

Brigham gets to be a part of a really wonderful thing: participating in the funeral ceremony of soldiers who have passed away.

We’ve done a couple together now (meaning he participates and I blend in with the crowd to watch and support 🙂 ), and each time, I reflect on my life and my blessings.


This time, as I watched Brig present the folded flag to the family of the fallen soldier, I had a moment of clarity, and a moment of being humbled.

I have been struggling lately with knowing what to do with my life now that I’m a “College Graduate”.

Realizing that it really means nothing (other than I’ve spent a lot of money and read a lot of books) has been hard, and I have had a hard time feeling grateful for my accomplishment and for where I was in my career ladder.

However, listening to Taps and feeling gratitude for our military, My Soldier, and this family we were supporting made me search for things I felt grateful for in my personal life.

Then it hit me.

I have the PERFECT life.

Not joking. Brig and I are madly in love and completely obsessed with each other. I have a loving supportive extended family. Brig and I both work full time earning more than enough to support the lifestyle we want. We are comfortable, we have our own apartment, we have a kitchen table and three crock pots and a juicer and bookshelves! We have the same days off work and we get to spend every weekend doing whatever we want without a care in the world. We get to drop everything and make ourselves available to do military funerals, watch movies, do art projects…

My life is wonderful in every sense of the word!

We have cars and a TV, clothes and towels and coats and vinyl records!

The flood of the things I possessed, from Love to objects, was overwhelming.

And I was humbled to recognize that I had it good. Real good.

And so here’s to a paradigm shift! And here’s to a most blessed life!

Tools of the Trade Molds Letters

(These are the small things that bring me a comfortable, perfect lifestyle. Thank you 10 years of dentistry!)

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”
― Epicurius