There’s a time for us

So I follow a bunch of different blogs: from former Bees to fellow Army wives to some of my best friends. I’ve noticed a trend of couples celebrating ten year anniversaries (of dating, not marriage). These ladies share touching stories about meeting in high school or right after starting college, and I think it’s incredible to know someone and to have that sort of connection with them for a decade.

Our first picture together on Mac’s 23rd birthday.

Mac and I met in March of 2009 and started dating a week later. I was 20; he was 22. Maybe it’s because I’m experiencing a crisis brought on by my 24th birthday, but I’m waxing nostalgic about our relationship (all three-and-a-half years of it). Maybe it’s because everyone and their mother (except my close friends) are getting married. Most of the time I get on Facebook, I see someone getting engaged or married. I think, “Wow, XYZ got married. Crazy.” Then I realize how long I’ve been married compared to them. For some reason, it’s not weird that I’m married, just that they’re married .If the relationships from freshman year had lasted, I would one of the only singles left. Instead, I’m the first sister from my graduating class to marry. Still hard to believe.

We’ve been together three and a half years and married for almost one. It’s been quiet an adventure (long distance, road trips, moves, deployments), but I’ve loved all of it (no, I didn’t love the deployment, just the fact that we were enough in love to get through it). So here’s to a week of you being in the field while I’m travelling for work. Luckily, we get to spend the weekend together. Love you 4-eva, Babe.

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