What I've Learned This Week: Week 4

Guess what day it is... it's FRIDAY! Do you know what that means? It means that I am one week closer to seeing my husband! But until he gets back, I've got to make good use of my time! And what better way to spend my time than learning a little more about the world! I hope that you all learned as much as I did this week!



I LEARNED THAT...

1. ... it's really important to let your feelings out but in a healthy way.

2. ... my friendships are much stronger than I thought they were.

3. ... my husband loves me more than I ever knew.

4. ... it really is a small world.

5. ... it's really important to know your limits when you work out.

This was a pretty uneventful week for me but I'm still learning a lot and loving life! What about you? What did you guys learn this week? Let me know and have a great weekend!

-Chelsea

No More Pity Parties

I'm always preaching about living a positive lifestyle but I'm going to be honest, sometimes it's easier said than done. I really do try my best every day to see the silver lining in every situation but unfortunately, sometimes I find myself a guest at my own pity party.

But yesterday as I was sending a goodnight text to my husband, he sent me the most beautiful, romantic message that just absolutely made my heart soar. It really snapped me back to reality. The pity party was officially over.

No matter what life throws at me, I will always have my wonderful, loving husband that completes me. He can make me smile no matter what and make me feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world; and having him reminds me that I am.

I love you, Kristopher. Thank you for choosing me. I'm forever grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for making me smile when I needed it most; you've always been good at that. I can't wait until you come home from the army and we can spend the rest of our lives making each other happy, face-to-face.

Yearning

                                                            After our first kiss. :)

Today while I was at work, a whole bunch of people from the navy came in to eat. It's a special that the restaurant does once a month for them, so they all come in at once. There must have been at least 50 of them. I'm still new at work, so the sight was something very odd for me. Everyone else was so used to it that it didn't phase them. It didn't bother me though; it just made me sad.

Of course, everyone was in full uniform. Now, my husband isn't in the Navy but it made me think of him even more. I think about him all the time but it's so hard to be strong. It's hard not to break down and cry every second of every day. But I've never seen my husband in uniform because he went to boot camp after we got married and we've been separated ever since.

The thought of seeing my husband dressed like that one day is what got to me and made me tear up. The next time that I see him, he will be in full army uniform. I am so incredibly proud of him and who is he becoming while he is away. That's what has been able to get me through this.

Not gonna lie, even though I know that my husband isn't in the navy, a small part of me was hoping that he would walk through that door and surprise me. Hey, a girl can dream. Even though I know that's impossible, it's hard to think with your head and not your heart sometimes, especially with something as emotionally trying as this.

So I know that it's not smart to drive yourself nuts over something that you can't have but I couldn't help it. I kept yearning for him to come and see me and I yearn for him to be with me every night. Today makes it three weeks exactly that he's been away. So that means only seven more weeks until graduation. I wish that I could say that everything has been getting better with time but I'd be lying. If he was only staying away for those 10 weeks, then it would be a lot easier; but because he is leaving for another 9 months after that, it doesn't help much.

But every time someone asks me about him or what he is doing, they all think that it's so cool and that he is so lucky to have the job that he has. So it makes me forget, for a brief second, about the sadness and it turns back into pride. This has been the toughest thing that I've had to do and everything I see or do reminds me of him. But I have to get through it. I have to. There is no other choice.

If he is going through all of this, the least that I can do is be strong for him. It just hurt so badly today to see a sea of military uniforms and know that my husband being there wasn't an option, or even a possibility. I just wish that I could stop yearning for the impossible and be as strong as I want to be for the both of us. It's easier said than done but the same goes for a lot of other things and hey... it sounds like life to me.