Learning to BBQ

My husband is teaching my to barbeque. We bought a little habchi today, then he had to go back to the store because we had forgot lighter fluid and charcoal.

I made the decision to not go out to the barn today. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing that I wanted more than some savvy horse time. But George is not Stewie; he's not going to let me simply cry into his neck and rest his forehead against my tummy until I feel better. He is also not my husband.

I've had one heck of a week, just one thing going wrong after another...after another, after another. This on top of months of my husband being in and out of the field, pulling long duties, getting up before light and coming home long after dark. I lost all of my emotional fitness, finally, yesterday. I sat and had a nice talk with our Chaplain, and by nice talk I mean me bawling like a baby and he reassuring me that I am not worthless, even though I may feel that way. We prayed together and he told me that at a time like this, it is best to surround yourself with people that you love, so that was my goal for today.

We went to breakfast together this morning, then went to the store together, watched movies together, cleaned the house together. Now I'm learning to BBQ. Yummmm...lamb.

The moral of today's story is to take time to take care of yourself. My husband is my rock, my light when it is dark. I am terrified of his deployment in a few months, as we haven't spent more tha a few weeks away from each other since we met. But simply spending time with him has cured my anxiety and my restlessness. I am absolutely itching to get out to the barn tomorrow. But today, I'm learning how to BBQ!