Trust

So this week has been fairly momentous for me. Three major things happened:

1. The kitchen in our house we are building was installed;
2. We hit our six month anniversary; and
3. My husband moved to Iraq.

I'm slightly terrified about number three for obvious reasons. Aaron assures me he feels safe but I can't help but worry. It's also particularly hard to deal with because when he last left Australia (in January) we thought he would be coming home around now, but with the move to Iraq he wont be home for another six or seven weeks.

He has mentioned some things in passing to me - burnt out tanks at the side of the road, learning how to recognise land mines, and having to wear full body armour just to name a few - which sort of make my heart stop, but I have to trust his judgement when he tells me he feels safe. I have been assured that a) if he doesn't feel safe he will come home; and b) if I can't handle it anymore all I have to do is say so and he will leave.

I guess that's the main thing I have learned so far: we must trust each other to be honest and open, and trust in each other to follow through our promises. We must trust ourselves that we won't make a promise we can't keep. And we must trust in that we are putting ourselves through this for a reason and that one day we will look back with pride at what we have achieved. Without trust we have nothing.