It won't last forever. But we will.

I can't even describe to you the emotions that ran through my body last night. My husband and I entered into a war, Afghanistan vs. NY part 2. I wont get into the nitty gritty but feelings were hurt, tears were cried, and patience was tested. It was definitely one of the biggest and toughest fights we have ever had.
But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Sure, during the fight I felt like my heart was being ripped out and torn apart. I don't know why I always let myself feel so much in a fight. I know that we are always going to come out the other side with just a little dirt to brush off.

But that's the point. We always make it through even our most disgusting arguments. We aren't perfect, but perfection is boring. In one of my letters from when he was in bootcamp my husband wrote to me "Our story may not be the happily ever after story we imagined when we were younger but that doesn't mean it doesn't count and it isn't perfect." I've never heard more romantic words from this man before. And they are true. We're in no way cinderella and prince charming but we certainly give Mulan and Shang a run for their money ;-)
(Yea, I do love my disney.)

Anyways, this is pretty much a post about how appreciative I am to have such a wonderful husband. We argue, disagree, and pout, but we are always in love and that won't ever change.