notjustamilitarywife

My husband left for survival training today.  Yesterday, he asked me to go get his phone off the counter and bring it to him.  I spent a couple minutes stupidly looking all over the kitchen and totally missed what I was *really* supposed to be finding:

He’d bought me beautiful red roses.  And even though my logical opinion on cut flowers is that they are generally a waste of money, as they are not a lasting good and don’t provide you with tangible benefits such as nourishment or entertainment-still, I feel blessed to have a thoughtful and caring husband- and I love them.  Look closer at the tag:

I love the thought.  Of course, roses aren’t great company.  When it comes to filling in for a husband, they are greatly lacking.  If I spoon my roses in bed at night, snuggling up to them to get some sleep, I will probably spill all over my sheets and have to sleep in a puddle.  Roses won’t make me  feel protected at night when I think I hear noises downstairs.  They won’t listen to me talk about my day or carry on an interesting conversation with me.  Roses aren’t going to keep me from feeling lonely as I celebrate Thanksgiving and my birthday without my husband.

But now that I’ve gotten that little bit of self-pity out, I’m going to stop feeling sorry for myself.  Cause yeah, it sucks to be home alone three weeks, and not have your loved one around to split the wishbone with you or serve your birthday cake.  But it sucks even worse to be out in the woods, learning to live off the land and having to catch and cook your Thanksgiving meal over an open fire (and forget about having turkey or mashed potatoes).  I may not have Justin with me on my birthday (November 28th) but he’s going to be spending HIS birthday (December 11th) in a mock-POW camp learning to resist  coersion techniques- and that’s infinitely worse, in a way that I can’t even begin to comprehend.  So while I feel a little sorry for myself, my sympathy for him is much greater- and I’m going to try and use that as a reality check when I get bummed over the next few weeks.

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