Bunny Victorious!

UPDATE: OH HEY WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!

I was honestly hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but it seems that most girls in committed relationships with a military man end up *having* to because of all the comments we get about our posts being geared towards the military and how things shouldn’t be so all-consuming.  Personally, I think this blog is pretty indicative of my life: he makes his way into a lot of my posts, but so does the color pink, sparkles, my love affair with farmers markets, and the extent to which I love Dixie and New York.

And while my reaction tends to be along the lines of “yo, chill,” it doesn’t really quiet the messages I get about it.  And I also had to clarify, for the billionth time, that Matthew it not my child.  So I’ll put the requisite line in here.

I am with the most wonderful man in the world.  He happens to be a Marine.  And like I’d be using the word “easement” in jest were I seeing an attorney, the Marine Corps makes its way here.  That’s all.

He’s great.  He’s mine.  I’m the luckiest girl in the world.  And that’s really all there is to know.

Especially since I’m also in a committed relationship with this man.  And he never abandons me for FEXes.

Puppy is my partner in crime.  Billiam is my partner in life.  No real difference than if you talked about your boyfriend, folks.  And you’ll never hear me say that military relationships are a beautiful thing.  They’re scary as hell, hard, long-distance, and downright terrifying.  But he’s good at what he does and he loves it, and he chose it before he chose me.  I also chose *my* path before I chose him.  So… if after reading this, you still want to write me and tell me that I shouldn’t be so focused on the Marine Corps, I’ll write you back and tell you to cultivate an interest in something other than my blog, unless you want to focus on all the good, non-mariney stuff too.  Because there’s a lot more here than that. There’s a lot more to my life than that.  Even if he does like to deck me out in swag.