Quiet Lives, Quiet People

Today is my husband's last day in the inactive reserve. I tell you what - I never in a million years dreamed I'd fall in love with a military guy. I actually avoided them. But Wyl isn't a stereotypical military guy - he's just a guy who happens to be a Marine. I have very mixed feelings about the military, and loving him hasn't erased them - it's only made them more complex. It's an ongoing discussion in our house. I will concede the point that if he hadn't had his experiences in the service, I wouldn't have the mature, responsible, focused husband that I have today - and I'm grateful for that.

We met when he was on active duty and living on Camp Pendleton, but after his deployment, and we spent a while being long distance before he moved to Madison to start school. I've spent the last four years holding my breath, nervous at every unidentified number that called his phone, planning in my head the most important things to grab if we had to run for Canada (yes, I actually thought this.... I am nothing if not a drama queen), planning the excuses we'd present to get him out of a recall. And now, I don't have to do that anymore. It's a relief.

Tonight we'll have pulled pork tacos for dinner, and clean up the kitchen, and sit on the couch together. We'll scratch the cats' ears, and I'll sweep the great room. He'll do some reading for class. We'll watch some baseball. I'll go to bed. And we'll love each other, and look to the future.