Tuesday after work, I hopped in the car with The Husband and we started our trek to Montana. I knew this was going to be a long drive I just didn’t know how long it would feel. We stopped in Sioux Falls Tuesday night to grab a few hours of sleep, then hit the road again yesterday morning at 7:00 . Finally, we rolled in last night about 8:00 where we were greeted by my in-laws.
Driving in reminded me of some of the odd quirks of being a military wife. I didn’t sit behind the steering wheel for one minute on this 18 hour trip. I didn’t pump gas, I didn’t take care of a single thing. I simply sat in the passenger seat with my book and a smile.
Its strange because I feel like I live an alternate life. For long periods of time, I’m the one in charge: no one to lean on, no one to share the burden with, I’m single… yet unavailable. I live the lifestyle of a woman on her own and I do just fine. Suddenly The Husband is home and it’s another story. I am treated as if I am a rare stone, something to be treasured and taken care of.
In the end, I don’t really mind either scenario. I adore The Husband and love every second with him so it’s easy to take care of me when he’s gone.
The road trip was long but fun. I’m always a little hyper and uninhibited when just with The Husband, so the car was filled with laughter. Come back this week as I share our great Montana adventure (if I can continue to wake up before the crack of dawn to write!)