I'm really gonna have to start posting more than once or week. I have a little much to talk about now so this might be a tad long again.
It's Friday night and pretty chilly here! I'm pretty sure it'll be in the low 30's tonight. Perfect time to get a fire going I say! Hub got right to work getting that done and the fire is blazing :)
What in the world am I going to do when he leaves??? I don't think about the little things like that ( making fires, raking the leaves, WHAT IF I SEE A ROACH????!!!! ) Why am I so confident he's leaving you ask?
Wednesday was the big "fo real" ASVAB day. Remember.. he had to score a 110 to get into OCS. He got done with the test around 4:30. Called me and said he should know the results in about an hour. Great! I didn't think they'd come back that fast. So I'm all excited/nervous. An hour goes by.. no word. Three hours go by.. nothing. I .. of course.. am freaking out. I needed to know right that minute. But it just wasn't happening. Trey... the ever calm and patient one.. wasn't sweating it too much. So last night (thursday) we finally heard back and he got a 117!!! Aren't yall proud of him??? I sure am :) I guess the next step is him going to fill out paperwork next week. Then I think a physical. Then he has to go in front of a board of OCS people to see if he will be accepted in. So there are still a lot of "ifs" but we're one step closer.
What surprises me about this whole thing ~ We're not getting very positive reactions out of people when we tell them what's going on. We're not even telling many people (close friends, family, my hairdresser (teehee) ) But most of them have kind of freaked when we've told them. Especially towards me. Basically questioning me.. whether or not I'll be able to handle it. But not in like a caring, concerned tone of voice. More so like a higher pitched, louder voice, scrunched up face, "are you kidding me" tone of voice. (that was the best description I could come up with).
Of course there's a big part of me that is terrified and want to go crying and screaming to my mamma! But there's also a big part of me that is, dare I say, excited. And an even bigger part of me that wants/needs to support her husband. This is something he really wants to do. I've never seen him so confident in himself. He wants to be proud of himself. He wants to do something to support his future family. He's stepping up to the plate and doing something he's always dreamed of doing. Another thing people ask me is "aren't you afraid he'll die over there". Funny thing, but no, I'm not. Is there a chance he will.. of course. But there's a chance he could die on his way to work. There's a chance he could die sitting next to me watching TV. I think my faith in God is what pulls me through here. That comforts me to no end. God has a plan for all of us. If Trey's time is up then it's up, whether is here working a job he hates or he's off doing something he loves. He already knows what He has planned for us. I don't mean to sound insensitive or cold, and of course I would just die myself if something ever did happened to him. I'm just saying that I feel in my heart that it won't. And I feel that God has provided me with that comfort. So that is why I don't worry about that. I'm seriously more worried about seeing a roach and not being able to do my usual stand on whatever I was sitting on, screaming out for Trey to kill it routine.
Well I spent much more time on this topic than I planned on so I think I'll cut it short for now. Time to go cuddle up by the fire!!