My Hubby

My hubby got to come home early this week. I was so excited because he was only going to get to come on for three days instead of seven. But Thank you God that you brought him home early. He was gone for five weeks and a very long five weeks it was. My hubby works as a motor hand drilling for natural gas. It's a pretty dangerous job and sometimes is gone for weeks at a time only getting seven days off between hitches.



I wanted to tell you about my hubby and how blessed I am. My hubby ain't perfect but neither am I. But he is a wonderful man who is my best friend. We have been together for nine years this June and will be married nine years in November. When we met I wrote in my journal that Aaron was "like my foster brother". We would talk for hours, laughing and even having serious conversations about our lives. I was engaged to a guy who I was madly in love with. Aaron was kind but honest when he told me that my boyfriend treated me like dirt. And I was the same about his girlfriend. I felt that we were open and felt we could communicate without having harsh feelings toward eachother.



A half year went by and I finally decided that it was time for to go, I could no longer go back and forth on being this guy's girl. He just couldn't make up his mind. So I tearfully said goodbye and left his engagment ring on my pillow. I knew that this was the last time I was leaving no matter how much I loved him.



A few weeks later, my friends knew I was hurting and taking this really hard and many of them would come into my work and ask how I was doing. Aaron came one day and asked how I was holding up. I told him hanging in there trying not to cry. He said, "Let me take my blue girl to lunch". He took me to Irmita's for lunch and since then we hung out twenty-four-seven. Note the foundation of our relationship. I'm so glad we became friends first. Friends then lovers... But that's another story to share another day.