fighting fair.

So, sometimes my husband and I fight. Whaaaa? I know. How original of us.  But we never fight long...because Taylor (my husband) has this irritating way of reminding me what's really important in life. I don't think he means to? I think he just wants to get out of me being mad at him for the rest of the day...but anyway, our "altercations" usually go a little something like this:

Taylor: *Insert something irritating here*

Brittany: "OH. my gosh. I can't be in the same room as you right now."

Taylor: *bear hug me so i'm unable to leave* "Britt! Come on! I was just kidding!"

Brittany: "Taylor! You can't say something like that, that you KNOW will upset me and then just try and hug the anger out of me. It doesn't work like that!"

Taylor: "You're gonna miss this when I'm deployed again..."

Brittany: "....sigh." He's right. I will.

How much do I love this picture? A whole freaking lot.

It's twisted, isn't it?  He doesn't fight fair. But however annoying it is, I'm grateful that he reminds me to cherish the little things about us being together now.  It's been a year and 2 months since he's been home and I feel the anxiety creeping in about him getting deployed again.  It's stupid and so doomsday-ish, but. I am my mother's child--anxiety and I are besties.

I read this story today, and my heart hurts so much for her and her family that I just had to remind myself (yet again) never to take anything for granted.  My worst nightmare, come true.  Hug the people you love! And keep her, and all military families, in your prayers, please.