I really don't know what is happening to us...we have gone a little mad. All I thought about 24/7 yesterday was moving to Hawaii. It was the main topic of conversation in our family. My husband has been finding great jobs to apply for, and he said he is getting very excited. He is not usually one to show much excitement about anything, regardless of how great. Since we've been married, I've rarely seen him excited about anything at all, except the birth of our children. That was very exciting to him.
When asked about what he dreams for his future, he will simply say one thing..."I always wanted to have a family and be a good husband." He told me again yesterday that his career is second (always) to being a great father and husband. This has always been true in our marriage and family.
I am a blessed woman to have married this kind of man. He loves us dearly. When I told him yesterday how excited I was about moving to Hawaii, a giant smile spread across his face and he said, "Well, we're going then!"
I truly believe he feels that life exists to make me happy. Not in the "I'm crazy controlling and take advantage of my husband kind of way", but just because he loves me.
We decided yesterday that WE ARE GOING.
Eventually, a door will open and we will make our way there. Once we get there, we will never leave. This is our grand plan.
Yesterday, I finally broke the news to my parents that we are earnestly seeking to get jobs and move to Hawaii (probably Maui). My parents have always been negative at times, or maybe just very realistic, about our moving and our dreaming. They tend to bring us back down to earth and hash out the little details, showing us why our wild adventures are not a good idea. I love them, but sometimes, their realism is just a little too much. :-)
Yesterday, I decided...it's time to tell them what we are planning when my hubby leaves the military. It's been a question in our families' minds because secretly they all want us to move home (home for my husband is deep south and my family is from the western side of the US). These are not "home" locations for us to consider.
We have our own dream, our own "home."
My mom's response to divulging our plans was most surprising. She said, "How exciting! Keep us posted on what happens next." She then said she would come visit us. My husband duly noted that he has the feeling that she believes it will never really happen, and therefore, may not be threatened by the possibility. It's just a dream, nothing more.
I got the feeling that she may have finally been supportive. She knows that my career is in a good place, we will have plenty of funds and employment (before we go) and this is an excellent time to take the plunge.
At least, that's what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep. We WILL go. As my husband said, WE ARE GOING. We'll just have to wait for our golden opportunity.
When asked about what he dreams for his future, he will simply say one thing..."I always wanted to have a family and be a good husband." He told me again yesterday that his career is second (always) to being a great father and husband. This has always been true in our marriage and family.
I am a blessed woman to have married this kind of man. He loves us dearly. When I told him yesterday how excited I was about moving to Hawaii, a giant smile spread across his face and he said, "Well, we're going then!"
I truly believe he feels that life exists to make me happy. Not in the "I'm crazy controlling and take advantage of my husband kind of way", but just because he loves me.
We decided yesterday that WE ARE GOING.
Eventually, a door will open and we will make our way there. Once we get there, we will never leave. This is our grand plan.
Yesterday, I finally broke the news to my parents that we are earnestly seeking to get jobs and move to Hawaii (probably Maui). My parents have always been negative at times, or maybe just very realistic, about our moving and our dreaming. They tend to bring us back down to earth and hash out the little details, showing us why our wild adventures are not a good idea. I love them, but sometimes, their realism is just a little too much. :-)
Yesterday, I decided...it's time to tell them what we are planning when my hubby leaves the military. It's been a question in our families' minds because secretly they all want us to move home (home for my husband is deep south and my family is from the western side of the US). These are not "home" locations for us to consider.
We have our own dream, our own "home."
My mom's response to divulging our plans was most surprising. She said, "How exciting! Keep us posted on what happens next." She then said she would come visit us. My husband duly noted that he has the feeling that she believes it will never really happen, and therefore, may not be threatened by the possibility. It's just a dream, nothing more.
I got the feeling that she may have finally been supportive. She knows that my career is in a good place, we will have plenty of funds and employment (before we go) and this is an excellent time to take the plunge.
At least, that's what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep. We WILL go. As my husband said, WE ARE GOING. We'll just have to wait for our golden opportunity.
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