Alright. So my hubby is an iron-worker. Yup, he's the guy who puts in all the rebar bones of the buildings you work in, the bridges you drive across, the water tanks that store your water (unless you're blessed with a well - totes jelly if that's the case) and various other structures I can't think of right now. In all my life, I have never met a man who works harder than my husband. And that's not a biased opinion, by the way - everyone who knows him would say the same thing. He's had Foremen fight over him numerous times because they all knew he would do the job right the first time and in record time. It is one of his best qualities and something I greatly respect in him.
Sorry, I had to gush a little. :)
Anyway, because ironworking can be unpredictable, there are certain stretches of time where the only work available is hours and hours away. We're heading into one of those long, lonely stretches right now and I've gone into survival mode.
(To all you single/military parents out there: How do you do it?! Y'all deserve a medal, in my opinion, 'cause taking care of three little ones by yourself is no joke.)
It's like when you're wounded and your body channels all your blood to your vital organs and you lose feeling in your outer extremities. Ok, that's a little dramatic, but that's how I feel when Will is working out of town, like I'm just holding my breath until Sunday. I had to facetime with my mother last night just to be able to see another adult. You can only talk about Disney movies, snake stories, one's opinion on ballerinas, and favorite bedtime stories for so long before it starts to wear on you. It's times like these that I am so grateful that I have a husband. And that he's a good one, too! Not a selfish deadbeat who doesn't care about me or our kids.
When he said goodnight to me Sunday before he left, he hugged and kissed me and said, "I love you. You have been such a good friend to me." Of course, I joked that I rather thought we were more than that at this point, but the compliment really touched me. Anyone who knows us will attest to the fact that our marriage/relationship has been one heck of ride (most of those people probably didn't think we'd make it this far, either.) I can't say that I blame them, it took a lot of pain to come to this current state of love and friendship. But it means the world to me that somehow, even after all of the negatives, Will considers me his friend. I know, I know, usually being "friend-zoned" is a very bad thing in a relationship, but in my circumstances it's beautiful. It took a lot more work to be friends in this marriage than lovers, that's for sure. To be a good friend to Will, you have to be reliable, honest, flexible and trustworthy, so really, he paid me several compliments in one. Double prizes!
My thoughts are all over the place (big surprise) but I think all I'm trying to say is that I am one lucky lady and that little comment has been tucked away, ready to keep me going when the days are long and hard to take. I hope you all will be able to find a friend in your spouse, too.
Until next time,
Rachelle
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