Zzzzzzzzzz....

Right now my husband is sleeping, it’s almost eleven o’ clock. He’s exhausted from being out of town and driving for the last few days. And knowing him, he’s sleeping pretty soundly, sprawled out across the entire bed because I’m not home. I won’t be home for two more hours, and then I’ll try and quietly sneak in without waking him up. It’ll be one in the morning, but I’ll quickly hop in the shower because I’ve been cleaning up diarrhea and pee all day today, and hospitals are just gross. So he’ll hear that. I’ll slink into bed, and Nathan will roll over and hold me tight for a minute, give me a kiss, and quickly fall back asleep. And I’ll think to myself just how much I missed my husband while he was gone for two days, and how lucky I am, and then I’ll pass off into dreamland too.

Sometimes it sucks that this is an all-too-common experience for us. Married life is so fun and has been so wonderful, but it is also so busy. Busy because we are both just so dang busy. Because of school, and jobs, and trying to fit in time for families and friends, and exams, and the little random things that seem to come up each week. There are days where Nathan and I are sitting next to each other in bed, but it feels like I haven’t spent any time with him in days. We try and make time for us to do fun things together, we make plans… but then I fall asleep at seven o clock at night and leave my husband up all alone. Or Nathan will pass out at eight, and I’ll start studying for exams. Yep, we’re just tired.

Yeah, I know this is normal life for millions of other people out there, and that so many people are much busier or have more complicated schedules than we do, but hey… I’m a newlywed. So I’d like to spend pretty much all my time with that handsome husband of mine, but that’s definitely not our reality. I’m looking forward to the semester coming to an end, and then having a little bit more time with my husband—for about a month. And then it all starts back up again.

But man am I sure grateful for my husband—he is so patient. He is patient as I sit at my computer and take over our whole bed with books and notes and papers nearly every day. As I stay up late and don’t go to bed with him because I have another exam or test or homework to do. As I complain and whine about having to be in classes and the stupidity of the system. When the alarms go off at 5am every day and wakes him up, even though Nathan doesn’t even need to be awake for three more hours. When I come home dead tired because I went to school and work and all I want to do is go to bed right away. And he is more than patient—I know he’s always supporting me too. Tells me to go study when he knows I don’t want to, but I need to. Calls me and asks me how school was while I’m driving home. Prays for me to drive safely every single day, prays for me that my tests go well, that I’ll be able to get everything done and have good days. Yeah, I sure got pretty lucky. Love that guy.