This post is going to be a personal one. More of a catch-up with what's going on in my life post than an advisory one, here is to hoping you enjoy it.
So, I got married.
Like actually married, like the name change, new identity, husband, in-laws, courthouse legally married. Like married….
MARRIED. It's weird to say and sometimes a glance at my husband’s (that's also weird to say) hand reminds me:
We did that shit.
It's honestly super exciting to say that, but also in the real sense, nothing
really
changes. Sure my name is different now and the government recognizes that we do love each other, but for most aspects of life, not many things have changed. I have been married for 1 week and 1 day now, and honestly I’m still processing it.
How did I end up here?
Sometimes I do not realize how “old” I have gotten (I know I know I’m only 25 yada-yada). But hear me out, one day you're in high school worrying about the small stuff (albeit doesn't seem small at the time) like who danced with who at prom, then you make the mistake of blinking, and you have a husband.
Who has allowed me, a former baby, to make these decisions?
I have a career not just a job, a house, a car, my own money, a 401k, I schedule my own doctor's appointments, and now I have a husband. It is honestly so weird how fast life happens. Do not get me wrong, I LOVE MY LIFE. I have
zero
regrets about the way things have played out and I have so much gratitude that this is my experience here on this planet. Alas, it still
does not make it any less strange to be a “grown-up”.
We decided to get married at the courthouse on 7.13.2022 with our immediate family only.
My husband is in the Army and will be deployed for ten months. Naturally, as we were already engaged, we didn't want to wait until he came home to get married. We did, however, still want to celebrate with our friends and family, so we decided to do the whole formal thing when he gets back.
So the courthouse now, a big thing then, seemed like the best option.
Because the deployment timeline kept changing, I mean like constantly kept changing (because #army) we did not want to tell anyone until it was set in stone. A month out they were trying to change the dates… A MONTH OUT.
So can you blame us for not wanting to be the boy who cried wolf while they played musical calendar dates with our lives?
But naturally, as with any life change, the questions were relentless. Do you know how many questions you get when you plan a wedding? Now imagine you're planning two secret ones. Can you imagine how many questions we got? People who are like “you have been engaged for 7 months why haven't you started planning” “did you pick a date yet” and “so how's planning going”... I mean if I had a dollar for every time I was asked these types of questions, I could pay for the wedding in
cash.
It's a hard thing to balance. I understand that people are excited for us, love us, care about us, and want to celebrate us (well most do, some are just nosy busybodies who are bored), but it can be difficult. Of
COURSE,
we want to celebrate with everyone and discuss flower arrangements and cake flavors and scream from the mountain tops we are excited. It is after all our wedding, of course, we want to be the one to share with our people our special day. No one is more excited than us. We however wanted to share our day and our news on
OUR
terms. This meant keeping it a secret until it was done to protect our time and energy. I can say looking back I have 0 regrets about our wedding.
Deployment also is a hard thing to balance.
I understand people want to see him before he goes, but hear me out. Imagine trying to fit
ten months of holidays, birthdays, baby showers, weddings, dinners, visits, vacations, and all other extraneous social obligations in the span of
one month. That doesn't include the life stuff like teaching your wife everything she needs to learn that you do to maintain the house and yard over a ten-month time period (you should have seen me learning how to use a zero turn). It also doesn't include work, army work, and I don't know…. time to eat, drink, sleep, pee, or
breathe.
If you know me then you know I am fiercely loyal and protective of my people, I am
next-level ruthless when it comes to my husband. I will gut you
regardless
of who you are if you bother him or his peace. Do not believe me? Ask him.
So naturally, when the news of the deployment first came up, I worried for
him,
not me.
It's such a big ask, leave everyone and everything behind for ten months. I can't imagine how mentally hard that is. I can't imagine the way it feels to see everyone seemingly move on without you. I can't imagine how scary it must be. It guts me to think about not being able to protect him from this. Do you want to know one of my
favorite
things about him?
He can not wait to deploy.
He is so excited to serve his country again, connect with his mission, collaborate with other soldiers, learn, and make a difference.
He is the definition of a hero. I am sure that he is overwhelmed, overworked, and overexerting, but he never lets it show. He still makes time for date nights, plays with all the fur babies, sees all the people, walks around Home Goods, and buys and installs an alarm system to make sure I'm safe when he can't be there (good luck serial killers, I am armed and spicy).
So if you want to get us a wedding present: give him a break. Give him support. Give him your prayers. Give him your good wishes. Give him reminders that you care. Give him strength while he's gone. That is all we need, not a Kitchen-Aid mixer, a piece of wall décor, or a cutting board. We just need your love.
So that's been my life the past couple of months, glad we are all caught up.
My challenge for you today is this, if you know a service member, thank them. Not just on Veterans Day, but every day. While you do that I'm going to be following my new husband around with stress-relieving teas, lotions, candles, stress balls, spa music, and every crystal I can get my hands on.
Love you more,
Morgan Conner
Check This Out Corner: Stress Relief Eucalyptus scent from Bath and Body Works, it has a green label and it works wonders.
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
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