Half My Life 

September 1, 2017

Today we went fishing, and while driving down I was flipping through Facebook (obviously Sam was driving) and saw a post from 4 years ago where I’d talked on Sam and I being together for 13 years. 

It took me a sec to realize that today is 17 years. Our senior year, after two years of pining (is that spelled right?) over him, Sam pulled me aside after school and asked me to homecoming. A few days later, we went to lunch, and because of the strong encouragement from his friends on the phone the night before (I found out later he was with them 🙄🤣) that he would love to “go out” with me (do we still use that term?) I leaned over his truck seats in front of the entrance to our high school, and kissed one of my best friends in the world. 

And that was that. We’ve never broken up since then. There have been times we almost did. But in 17 years we’ve always been with each other. 

Babies 😭😭

Then I realized – oh yeah – I turned 34 last month. Do you know what that means? 

It means I’ve been with Sam for exactly half of my life. 😮

I’m not going to lie – it makes me feel super old lol. 

How amazing though. I don’t think many people thought we’d make it a few years into our young marriage with so much already going wrong. First being separated all the time with the Marines, then 9/11, and then him deploying to Iraq right as we started our life. And you know the rest from there. 

As we drove home tonight we talked about some of the things we’ve experienced together – our dismal, rainy honeymoon in Moab. Our vacation to Vegas after he came home from Iraq that left us realizing we were actually early to bed people, not ideal for a Vegas trip 🤣. The time we dropped $400 on a meal and didn’t bat an eye (oh to have that kind of money again!). The time we drove out to Colorado from San Diego to visit our families and on the way back his grandma fixed us fried chicken to take, we grabbed a hot sauce from a stand in New Mexico and together it was the best thing we’ve ever eaten. The time I rescued a cat in the winter and brought it home as a surprise and then we spent $300 to get it dewormed – so it definitely was a surprise. The time I was in India and he was stationed in Thailand and we missed seeing each other in Singapore by a few days – that was so hard as I hadn’t seen him in 7 months. The calls he made from South Korea during a 27 day non stop rainstorm and he was always so cold and so homesick. The letters we wrote back and forth when he was at war and he’d been put with an infantry unit to do casualty evacuations (among other things). 

So much more. I told him I could write a book on our marriage alone. 

And now we face a different challenge. We talked about me writing on that since it would be hard not to in the coming weeks, and I asked Sam to be 100% honest if he was ok with it. Because he reads here too. And so do others we know. And I never want to put something on here about him that he doesn’t know about or reads and feels bad. But he’s ok with it. More than ok. So tomorrow, I’ll write that out. It needs its own post. It’s a good step but a hard step. 

For now, I’m off to send inappropriate memes to him as we lay in bed and I laugh at the faces he makes when they pop up on his phone. 👏🏼🤣👏🏼


  • Erin (thismommywrites)

    September 2, 2017 at 8:00 pm

    Congrats on 17 years! :-}

  • Elise N Hoffman

    September 2, 2017 at 4:14 pm

    My other half and I celebrated 20 years of marital bliss and whatnot, which now comprises half my life (yikes!) We have been a pair for 23 now. Growing up together is hard, but what a bond. He is truly my family, my flesh, for all the ups and downs we have faced.

    God bless you both, and be gracious to you all in the days ahead.

  • Kristin

    September 1, 2017 at 11:10 pm

    Big hugs & congratulations on 17 years together! I’m loving all of your blog posts. Prayers for your whole family.

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