I Stink At Being Alone

The only time I have lived alone was sophomore year of college.

I have seen my husband one day out of the past fourteen and will not see him for another three.

Those statements do not go hand in hand very well.

Maybe it's because I grew up in a family of seven (plus whatever neighbors or cousins were hanging around).  Maybe it's because I lived in dorms and then with roommates.  Maybe it's because I got married before I even finished college.  But y'all...I stink at being alone.   I was never the type of girl who "needed a man in her life", as evidenced by the fact that I dated, so to speak, only one guy before I met Trent.  But now that I have a man in my life...I need that man in my life.  Oh do I ever.

I don't really have a lesson to convey or a thought to provoke in this blog post.  No witty writing.  No slew of entertaining pictures.  Just sharing a piece of my heart, which is ok too sometimes.  And that piece is this: I am so, so blessed to be able to live life with this crazy boy and I thank God daily for him.