This is my husband. This is also the dorky smile he gives me, usually when I'm making him do something stupid...or well...dorky I guess. Usually its followed by a laugh and a genuine smile. And I am so grateful to have him in my life.
Days like this past week have reminded me of how much I love having him with me. I've only had five tests this week in school and an after-school project. Its been busy. And he has been my personal cheerleader thoughout the whole week. (and semester really). Like yesterday I had a big practical test. It involved showing that we could use the skills we learned about in class and demonstrate them to a 'client' and teach them. Then I went straight into clinic. I was busy trying to help real life clients work on the things that they struggle with. The last client we were doing included an assessment that I've only heard of in passing, and I was trying to help the other students in administering this test. It was a challenge. Especially after the practical and two other clients, and no lunch, my brain was starting to get tired. Example: I had to measure out 30 feet...and lets say it didn't go well. I also couldn't figure out how to work the stopwatch. This is not normally me! Everything went well, but then on my way home I got caught into nasty traffic and it took twice as long for exhausted, hungry, thirsty little me to get home. And guess what he had for me. Dinner!
And to my poor starving tired self... It was great!
I don't want to turn this into a 'my husband is the greatest ever and I want to rub everyone's faces in it' blog so please don't take it that way. I was just thinking earlier.
Spring of 2010, I had just gotten home from my mission. I had decided to extend it by a month and came home in March. Coming home was not easy. I did not doubt that staying longer was the right thing to do. I wouldn't trade it. But it seemed like I just barely missed everything. A chance to start OTA program in fall 2010, a chance to be an EFY counselor, and a few other things. It was kind of a bummer. But looking back it really worked out for the best. If I was doing EFY I couldn't have completed the summer classes I ended up doing. If I had been in the OTA program last fall I couldn't have spent as much time meeting and getting to know Jeremy. I also wouldn't of had the opportunity to grow by spending time with my little cousins and living with my Aunt. Going to school part time and living with my aunt gave me so much time to focus on developing our relationship and giving it a solid foundation. Once school was out and Jeremy was
still trying to find a job, it was hard. I had one, but was lucky to get 20 hours a week. There was alot of the unknown that we were facing. How would we live once we were out on our own? It worked out in the end. But the other day in class some of the students were talking about how the first year of being married is hard because you are adjusting to each other. One of the girls asked me how long I'd been married (7 months) and asked me if it was hard. I had to say no. It really wasn't. But I think part of that was Jeremy and I were given the gift of spending all day every day together. Because we were both poor, we kinda already threw our lot in together. We filled each others cars up when one had money and the other didn't. Jeremy fed me I think through the entire month of January and February. I'd go over to his house and have his cereal, then we'd have PB&J's for lunch and a baked potato for dinner. There was no real adjusting to that when we got married. I also got used to spending all day with him. We also decided we wouldn't watch alot of TV while we were dating and engaged. We both got that from Elder Scott's CES fireside. He said that it's stupid to go to a movie when two people are wanting to get to know each other. So we had one movie a week. We had to find other things to do the 6 days (and stay clean!). Some of that was spent with family, and alot of it was spent reading together and playing (alot) of connect four, bannanagrams and uno. I think spending so much time together and talking, sharing ideas really helped us get ready for that day at the alter. Even though we were keeping our covenants we'd made, in many aspects before we were married, we acted married. There was no real 'hard transistion' for us that my classmates were talking about. I'm grateful for it. Its a good foundation for us to lean on now that we don't see each other as much.
Being in the OTA program is hard. If I didn't have Jeremy, I don't think I could have done it. He is my anchor and he takes care of me. I now see why the Lord had me wait a year to be in the program. I couldn't have done it on my own. I could't do it without the love of my life's support. If I had to worry about supporting myself and going through school, I couldn't do it. I look back on the past year and a half since I've been home and I just see the Lord's timing and fingerprints in my life. We've had miracles. How I am grateful for the gospel and it's teachings. I am incredibly blessed.
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