Happy

So many of you said how happy Scott and I looked in the picture I posted on Monday.

And it's true.

Not often is it that he'll pose for a picture.  Much less a picture a friend of his is being coerced into taking for the blog us.  Heck, I'm just now at the point where I'll say, "Can we do a picture?" and Scott will take one of me on the deck.  More often than not, it's just me and the self-timer.

Anyway, we were happy because we'd both just had a week off of work.

Happy because we had two more days off to look forward to.

Happy because we didn't feel like we were being crushed by his job...by my job (not that my job is very crushing..but it does tend to put me in a "mood").

When you stay away from work for long enough, you forget the problems that go along with it.

Obviously that agreed with us.

This is further proof that the military life is a hard one.  The army has taken a toll on him in the same way Alaska has taken a toll on me.  Eventually, I'll elaborate on why his job is as difficult as it is, but it boils down to working with low-caliber people.  People with no morals. People who don't work toward bettering themselves, but instead work toward tearing others down.

We're not the same people we were 4 years ago, wide-eyed and newly-engaged.  But I like that.  We have experience!  We understand what it's like to fight (and yeah, we do).  What it's like to be separated.  What it's like to take care of one another when the one of us is essentially blind and just sits under a blanket all day.  The time we've spent living in Alaska has been invaluable to our relationship.

But this life, though it pays the bills and the student loans are gone, is not easy on us and our relationship.  That was completely evident to me when y'all said how happy we looked in that picture.  Of course we were happy!  We'd just had a week off of work!  I don't know how long we'll stay in the military.  I don't know where we'll live next.  As cheesy as it sounds, what we have learned in the last 2 weeks is that it REALLY doesn't matter.  The military has made us appreciate the fact that being together is actually what matters.

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Oh, my arctic tan does not make me happy.  The light was *just so* (I barely edited this) to make me invisible in this picture. Nice, right? However, it's not enough to drive me to the tanning beds again.  Predicaments, predicaments...

Scarf/sweater: Target // Jeans: Aerie // Boots: Steve Madden // Watch: Fossil

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