Love Is All You Need?

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love 

The Beatles were asked to come up with a song containing a simple message to be understood by all nationalities. "It was an inspired song and they really wanted to give the world a message," said Brian Epstein. "The nice thing about it is that it cannot be misinterpreted. It is a clear message saying that love is everything."[5] According to journalist Jade Wright, "Lennon was fascinated by the power of slogans to unite people and never afraid to create art out of propaganda. When asked in 1971 whether songs like "Give Peace a Chance" and "Power to the People" were propaganda songs, he answered: 'Sure. So was All You Need Is Love. I'm a revolutionary artist. My art is dedicated to change.' - Via Wikipedia

However when you take the phrase out of context, and simply believe that love is all you need in marriage, you're kidding yourself. I know I've only been married almost 2 years, but it doesn't mean I can't express my feelings about it. I feel everyone needs to learn their own mistakes, but it doesn't mean you can't learn from other people's either. I had always wanted to get married. It was all in my plan. When I was 13 that plan diminished after my parents divorced. It was a very hard time for me, especially being in a church who really frowns upon divorce. It was embarrassing for me going to church every Sunday, knowing people were talking about my family, and my parents. I do not blame my parents for this anymore, I was gravely hurt, but I never felt that pain of thinking I did something wrong. I knew they weren't happy, and I saw them argue. That hurt me the most. By now, I've come to terms with it, and feel it was really the only thing that could happen. Like I said, people have to learn from their mistakes. I'm sure both my parents, regret things in their choices sometimes. I know they're both at peace now, as I am. I didn't quit going to church, because I don't go because of the people, I go because of the gospel. The Lord loves me and doesn't gossip about me, and he's why I'm going. :)

This trial in my life really helped me see people, and situations differently. I was more cautious about who I spent my time with, and it helped me decide what kind of man I wanted to marry, and I wouldn't settle for anything less. That's why we have hard times! They may suck, but if you have the right attitude, and supportive people in your life, they can make them so much easier.

When John proposed to me, I was ecstatic, just overjoyed! However, during the engagement I was terrified. I had freezing cold feet. I was so scared that our marriage would end up like my parents'. I became my 13 yr. old self again, and I struggled with it throughout the first year of marriage. I knew John was perfect for me, but was I perfect for him? As we're making it through our second year, my feelings have changed. I no longer have that fear.

I see a lot of girls with guys who are just so wrong for them. I read recently about someone's boyfriend who wanted her more tan. I hear about guys who tell their gfs that they couldn't be with them if they got fat. Even though they should have a look in the mirror themselves..just sayin'! I think to myself, no wonder these girls become man haters. I consider myself blessed, and thankful for it each day, especially when I hear about this stuff. I've had a lot of wonderful guy friends in my life. So, I've had some great examples of men, who have shown me they're not all jerks. Albeit, there are a ton of jerks out there, and that goes for the girls too.

I'm blessed to have found and married such an incredible man. He thinks I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter how crappy I feel, he thinks I look prettier without makeup. He respects me, he supports me in everything I do, he appreciates me, and uplifts me, and makes me want to be a better person. He can't wait to be a father someday, and I know he's going to be an amazing one. What's not to love about that??
So my question is, is love...really all you need for a happy, and successful marriage? I feel respect, appreciation, support, AND love, are the perfect ingredients. A little humor always helps too. :)

Well, I'm All Grown Up Now

I might as well rename the blog, "John's OCS Journal". I haven't posted much about myself, so I felt the need to change that tonight. I don't know who reads this blog, considering I only have one follower. Thanks, Mama. :) I don't really care who reads this, because I find this easier to do than actually writing in my journal, as sad as that is. Even this I sometimes feel too lazy to do. It's a good thing I'm not planning to major in English, eh?

This week has been a bit of a roller coaster for me. I like to think I'm pretty good at hiding my emotions, except from the cats. People always misunderstand my expressions, and I've found that the only people who can truly see through me, are the ones that I see most often. John was always good at it, no matter how hard I tried, he can always tell. I always keep my emails, and letters positive to him, which can sometimes be challenging. I have 3 emotions about becoming a Navy spouse. Fear, Excitement, and Insecurity.

Let me explain my fears. I've never had family in the military. I no absolutely nothing about what we're getting ourselves into. Will I be a good, supportive spouse? Will I get so depressed from deployments, that I'll need to be medicated? Will John die on a submarine? How am I going to handle the lack of communication? These are just a few questions that have been running through my mind since John left for OCS. It's slowly been sinking in little by little.

Where's the excitement in all this fear? Lots, actually! It's the exciting things about the military life that keep me going. There's the benefits. Healthcare, dental care, housing, and the travel. I'll be experiencing things that I never really got to experience growing up. I LOVE traveling, and I love seeing new places. I lived in 4 different houses growing up, but they were in the same town. Also, my family was not wealthy growing up. We lived comfortably, and had clothes, and food, all necessities. We didn't have healthcare, I don't think I've ever been to the dentist in my life. I'm serious. So for me, being able to have these things now, when we're about to start a family of our own, just makes me feel good. Being able to live all around the country is very exciting to me. I get tired of living in the same place for too long, so I won't mind living like a gypsy...just a gypsy with health and dental care. These are truly blessings to me. I hate to hear about women who marry a sailor for the benefits. John is already working hard for us, he's the reason we're receiving these wonderful benefits. He's a wonderful man, and husband, and I love him for being such a responsible adult. I'm a blessed woman to have found such a great young man. I thank the Lord each morning and night.

Insecurities. I should have put this paragraph before the previous one, because talking about the pros made me feel really good. Now I have to think about my insecurities. Ech! I have never made friends with women easily. I have a lot of trust issues with them. When I was elementary school, it was easier, and of course I hated boys. Then I became a teenager, and learned that most girls are gossipy, catty little witches. After high school  and when I moved from home, I became friends with more guys. They're more laid-back, and I feel more comfortable with them. Unfortunately, they don't always take your friendship as JUST friendship. After I got married, I was scared! Now I couldn't really be friends with guys anymore. That was a complete no-no. What the heck am I going to do? Well, I've made a few friends now, but I'm still too scared to completely tear down my walls. I'm afraid to open my heart to these ladies. they're really nice too, but I just have horrible trust issues, and they just got worse as of 2 weeks ago. So now, I'm a Navy wife. The other wives are going to be my support system, and I'm extremely terrified. I'm going to be so awkward, they're going to think I'm a complete freak. I pray that I'll find at least one true friend, if that's all, just one in each area we live in.

So lately, this is all just bubbling around in my noggin, and making it super difficult to get a good nights sleep. Which is why I'm up as late as I am. Look at me. so scared to open up to some women, when I have just literally poured out my heart to random strangers on the internet. Maybe I am a complete freak.