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Why I Need My Husband.

Why I Need My Husband.

As I was laying awake last night at four in the morning, I started really missing my husband. We have spent the last six months apart as I am pursuing my medical degree. It's weird because he is usually the one that deploys and I am left filling my time until he is home, but this time the tables have turned. After six months, I can't do this anymore.

I need my husband.

I need my husband when I am going out to dinner and I can't decide what I want off the menu. As I am frantically trying to read what will best nourish my over worked body, my son throws his cup on the floor. The waiter is looking at me aggravated and the table next to me has already started talking about me. When I finally say screw it and just point at something, Clarke starts screaming because he has now realized that he wants his cup that has spilled everywhere. In that moment, I need my husband.

I need my husband when my son has walked all the way from the living room to the kitchen. I want to go run over and give my husband the biggest hug in the world because I am so excited for how amazing our miracle child is. I, instead, run over to praise my son to encourage more walking and the smile on his face just brings tears to my eyes. In that moment, I need my husband.

I need my husband when my day is just being a day. My hair won't curl right, my eye liner keeps messing up, and I stub my toe trying to walk down the hall. That's usually the day that Clarke has decided he no longer likes the food that he ate yesterday and that he's going to cling to me because it's better than being on the floor, even though I have so many things to do. That day I make it through all the grocery shopping, even though it was the most horrific experience of my life, just to realize that Clarke must have taken my wallet out of the diaper bag when he was playing in it earlier. When I get out to the car, I break down because I don't feel like I am cut out to be a mom and my son starts crying because I am crying. On days like those, I need my husband.

I need my husband because he is my best friend and who else is going to slow dance in the kitchen with me then turn around and make fun of the fact that I have two left feet? I need my husband more on the good days but I am so thankful for him on the bad days. I know that I can live life without him, but the thing is, I don't want to spend a single day without him by my side. These past six months have definitely been a learning experience in and out of the classroom. However the best thing I learned is...

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I need my husband so we're going home.

New Year, New Adventures

New Year, New Adventures

Anti-Doctor America

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