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5/28/12

Much Love, Mariah




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I started dating my husband when I was 16.  I'd never been anyone else's girlfriend, never kissed anyone else, and had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  Fast-forward 5 1/2 years, and I'm saying "I do".  


Boom!  I was a wife.  You'd think, with all those years of girlfriending logged, I'd know how to wife properly.  You'd think wrong.  We were happy to be married, and we knew that we belonged together.  But Oh!  We had no idea that it would be hard to be married.  

We married, honeymooned, and moved within 8 days, to a town we'd never been to.  Our nearest relatives were 400+ miles away.  It was just him & I.  I was a graduate student (read: poor) and he was starting in the real estate market in 2008 (read: worst idea ever, i.e. - poorer).  

We survived the first year, owing mostly to a conversation I had with a friend.  She told me she made it a point to not yell at her boyfriend and to treat him better than she treated her other friends.  It should have been obvious, treating your best friend best, but I had been letting my emotions and stress levels take hold of my mouth.  Note: That's always a bad idea.

The second year, my husband decided that he wanted to try full-time firefighting, which included 8 weeks at an academy, quitting real estate, and a job search.  It also included me embracing a new lifestyle.  Pagers and radios moved into the bedroom so that he could wake up for a 1 AM call, and I kissed a good night's sleep bye-bye.  


Worry should have been the worst part of it, but it wasn't.  I had married a man who loved an adrenaline rush, who lived a little risky; I knew that.  The hardest part was the waiting.  Waiting on God to provide a job for this crazy man; waiting on this crazy man to get back from a fire call so we could eat a cold dinner; waiting 6 months between trips home, which seems an eternity when your nieces and nephews are growing.

It took another 9 months for him to find a job.  Many times I asked God what “more” we needed to do right in order for him to bless us, as though He is some great vending machine in the sky and I just wasn’t hitting the right buttons.  It took me many months of crying in the rain in pure frustration to realize that he means it when he says
“as the heavens are highabove the earth, so are my thoughts higher than your thoughts, and my wayshigher than your ways”
My crazy husband loves his job now, and is working on becoming a paramedic, something he might not have done at a different fire station.  We have good friends and are really starting to feel settled in this little town.  And I am still learning about wifing, but I’m loving being married, and excited to wait and see what God has planned for us next!

Much Love,
TFW


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