Big Changes

About a month ago The Man and I were talking about what he wanted to do for a career. The plan was for him to go back to school to get a useful degree when Sweet Pea is in school (helpful tid bit: Don't ever get a Political Science degree unless you want to be the most educated employee at the tire shop). Anyway, he responded by saying he wishes he would have joined the military after college. After my initial shock (I never knew he considered the military), I said something niave along the lines of go talk to them. He called up my middle brother who had been a Marine to ask where the recruiters office was. The conversation went something like this: Josh: "Where is the nearest recruiters office?" Little Brother: "Who wants to enlist?" The Man: "Me" Little Brother: "are you kidding me right now??" So despite the lack of positive encouragement from Little Brother, The Man went down and took the ASVAB and got a perfect score (I should have been nervous at this point). They talked to him about enlisting and becoming an Army Linguist. He then went and took the DLAB and got the highest score the proctor had ever seen (nerves were kicking in big time at this point). We talked about it, prayed a ton about it and told God that if He didn't want us to go down this road then not to let The Man pass the physical. This was a very real concern as he is much older than the average recruit. In fact at MEPS one of the employees asked my husband "How OLD are you??" To which The Man's recruiter responded that he is the resident genuis. Ha! Anyway The Man told his recruiter a couple of things that he was concerned about with his health and the recruiter's answer was the lie, and/or omit certain things. However, during his physical he felt that as a Christian he needed to be honest, even though he was pretty sure that these things very well might disqualify him. If God wants Him in the Army, then it will be with the truth. He passed and this was yet another event that gave us peace that this was the right decision. So at the age of 34, my husband is joinging the Army. Oh, I think God has a sense of humor! When I married my husband he was going to be a manager for Safeway. Military was never discussed or even crossed my mind. I had NO desire to enlist or be married to a man who was. In fact one of my close friends was also getting married at the same time we were and her husband was in the Air Force. I remember thinking how unfortunate to fall in love with someone who's life would be dictated by the government. I remember thinking there is no way I would be strong enough for that life. And now here I am. From the moment I meet The Man, he never really felt passionate about doing any particular job. Not that he is lazy, on the contrary, he is very hard working. He just didn't really know what he wanted to be"when he grew up" And here we are and 12 years later and he still doesn't know. He got his degree because it was what he "should do", not really with any career in mind. So I was pretty shocked when he started telling me about this linguist job and he was really excited! That is the first time I have ever heard that in his voice about a career. So how could I not be supportive when The Man I love, The Man I married, The Man I have been encouraging to figure out his career is actually really interested in something? So now I am running through a million questions in my head, most of all, what have I gotten myself into?