It goes to me. I have not written in 2 months, and I think that is the longest I've gone. Sorry. Life happens.
My sister Jess gave me a book called 642 Things to Write About, and I will be using it now as I have so much to say, yet no real desire to write much of anything. Life is really great, just insanely busy. So back to the book. I decided to just open the book ad write about the first prompt I saw. So here goes...
"Where would you be now if you had married your first love?"
Ahhh what a fun question. I have actually thought about this before. My first love was a childhood friend who I dated on and off for a couple of years in high school. He is older than I am, and we started dating when I was 15 and he was 17. It was my sophomore year and his senior year. He was headed to the Army after graduation. In our naivete, we imagined that the distance wouldn't matter and that our young love would last. In a way, I miss that innocence. That thinking that life wouldn't really happen if you wished hard enough.
So had I married him, I think we would be divorced! Not that he is a bad guy by any means, but he is just so very different from me. He made a career out of the military, lived overseas for many years, and did 2 tours in Afghanistan. I cannot imagine living the life of a military wife, but I suppose for the "one," I would. I admit that living overseas is a dream of mine, but it would have nothing to do with being on a military base. I worried about him as a friend when he was in combat; I cannot imagine having a husband in that situation. I have all the respect in the world for military families, and I know I do not have the courage to be one.
I firmly believe that life works out as it should, and that we are paired with the one who isn't perfect but is perfect for us. Fortunately, my first love was not the one.
