It's October...here we go again.

So, here I am sitting here on a beautiful day and my husband has the day off of work. A rare feat. But, is he sitting here with me? No, and do you know where he is? Well, if you know Ryan at all and you know what the current month is, then you very well know that Ry has gone hunting. Of course, it's a yearly event, that lasts somewhere around a month. You know, to be quite honest Ryan did tell me when we were dating, 9 or 10 years ago, that he liked to hunt. And, I thought I understood what that simple statement meant. Boy, was I in for a big surprise! I didn't know anyone up to that point in my life that hunted. My Grandpa did back in the day, but nothing I can remember. In fact, the only thing I had ever heard about this hunting thing was a story about my Dad (he is definetely not a hunter.) So, just a few weeks after my parents were married, my Grandpa took my dad deer hunting. (He had never been before.) Somehow, my dad got lost from the group and ended up spending the night all alone on the mountain with no fire or anything. My poor Grandpa and my uncle were looking all over for him. I say my "poor" Grandpa because he had to call my mom and let her know that he had lost her new husband. She rushed down to where they were. The story ended happily- of course he was found. But, that was the last time my dad ever went, so obviously I was pretty clueless about this whole subject, and the fact that I would be a widow for about a month out of every year. To be fair to me, though, Ryan and I met the last week in November and got mar'mried in July. So, when he said he liked hunting, there was no real evidence of and no real way to prepare me for this huge event that takes weeks to prepare for, buying tags ($$), going to Cabelas several times- spending way too much money on jackets, hats, gloves, camel packs, bullets, under armor (this is just this year), going grocery shopping, packing the hats, gloves, camel pack, bullets, under armor, coats, etc., getting the trailer packed, and actually being gone. I'm not even going to mention what happens if they do kill something and bring it home. That is another blog altogether. I don't get it. But, that's okay, I've decided. I probably never will. But, I love that Ryan is passionate about something. He could be some boring guy that does nothing and doesn't want to do anything. And, any spitefulness that I may harbor is really just my jealousy surfacing. I truly wish I had some great big Thing to look forward to doing with my family or friends every year. Something that I could look forward to and prepare for and get my kids excited for. Something that I was really good at and that I could bring up for topics of conversation. (My topics of conversation range from 1 year old to 7 year old-Avery, Maycee, and Zack :) So, I may sound resentful, okay sometimes I am, but it's really because I'm jealous. I really love everything about Ryan- even the Hunting part.