2 years of marriage

I don't quite know what I want to get out of writing this blog. Normally ideas of blogs come to mind and then quickly so do the words to fill up the page. This seems forced. A blog to write because, well, we have made it through 2 years of marriage. I do want to look back at this special time and remember where we were in our lives. I want one day for my children to look back at my writings and picture what life was like. I don't feel the need to write this blog trying to show others how in love Andy and I are. It is more of a memory for me. I know through the next years of marriage we will hit those rough patches that ALL people talk about. We, fortunately, have yet to see the hard times.

I honestly can say that we could have reached those hard times. There were days when it was up to us to wake up in a bad mood or decide to create our own paradise. I was uprooted from everything I ever was comfortable with and moved to a foreign country. I left my passion of teaching to come to Switzerland where my daily chore was to make sure the refrigerator had food in it. Each day I had to find my new "routine," my new life. I didn't have my sisters to lean on, or my mother to call. It was Andy and I. Oh, and obviously the Lord. Our Savior is who has kept this marriage great. Without him none of this happiness would exist. I hope by now all of you who know me just assume I thank Him for everything. He is the center of our lives.

I chose to not resent Andy for the move. He didn't move me here kicking and screaming. I did a lot of praying and knew this was the right option for us. If I would have said no, he wouldn't have come. Therefore, how could I blame him for our situation? So many women here say they were mad at their husbands for the entire first year they were here. I cannot imagine that. A whole year of tension. I have a day of tension with Andy and I feel like the walls are caving in on me. I can't stand if he is mad at me, it literally eats away at me and is all I can think about.

I can honestly say I still get butterflies with my husband. The love that he has for me beams off of him daily. Andy's heart is full of love and joy. At least that is what I see. He is my protector, my soft place to fall. He is my best friend.  When he walks through the door, most days, I am a giddy school girl. Every night when 10 p.m. rolls through I get excited because this is our time to lay in bed together. We normally watch a show as I drift off to sleep. I so comfortably can fall asleep when Andy is near. Take him away from the left side of the bed and insomnia occurs because I no longer feel that safe feeling. When Andy says everything is going to be okay, I know it is going to be okay. He has this calmness about him that makes me feel entirely at peace.

We are in an amazing place in our lives. I am 39.5 weeks pregnant. We are expecting our new family member any day now. Our lives will forever be changed. Andy said to me awhile back that he was nervous about the baby and how that would change our relationship. Oh how sad this made me. I obviously think about it too but nothing can change our love. Andy and I have to put each other first. That is what a biblical marriage is all about. If Andy and I are out of tune then the children suffer as well. We live in one of the most expensive countries in the world and we are able to live very comfortably. We have gained so many friends here. Friends that share a unique bond that will forever be there. Friends have to be family here. We cling to each other because our familiarity is America. I cling to Andy because he is my safe place. When I am with him there is honestly no other place I would rather be. When I am next to him I know everything will be alright.

Here's to another 70 years.