From luck to happiness, from love to marriage, we officially became a young couple. We booked wedding photography on the same day. As quickly as meeting your partner and holding hands with happiness,

From luck to happiness, from love to marriage, we officially became a young couple. We booked wedding photography on the same day. As quickly as meeting your partner and holding hands with happiness, the days after marriage fly by. In the blink of an eye, we have been a family for seven years and our child is almost six years old. People say that there is a "seven-year itch" in marriage, but we are still like when we first fell in love. We didn't mean anything, and we even find ourselves surprised. If there is a magic bullet to keep love alive, I think it may be that, like many things, we must not forget our original intentions. The most important thing for the nourishment of love is to always treat the other person well. Being good to someone cannot be done just by saying it. Trust is the foundation and respecting each other as guests is the magic weapon. Just like how time passes and people's hearts are revealed, only when you know how to be grateful can you express your feelings. Love needs time to prove and more importantly, it needs to be expressed with actions. After all, home is not a place for reason, but a paradise for love. To paraphrase the declaration she once used in her personal space: "Home is a haven, home is an arm you can rely on, home is pots and pans." The symphony of love, home is like the aroma of rice wafting from the kitchen."

Marriage and family cannot be as passionate as the love period, but the more normalized the intimate relationship, the more reliable it is and the more it can be experienced. The test of the passing years and the friction of life. Home exists because of love, and love always exists because of touching people. As the saying goes, plainness is true, and persistence with gratitude after the rush of passion is trustworthy love. Looking back over the years, there are too many places where my lover has moved me, and I can’t list them all here. For example: after I got married, I spent more time at work than with her, and she didn’t complain; when I gave birth to my child, I only stayed with her for one day before rushing back to work, and she didn’t complain; when my child was hospitalized, I only had the occasional night I rushed to the hospital more than ten kilometers away to see the two of them. Once I worked overtime until late at night, and I went over to see her and the child sleeping in an unkempt state on a narrow hospital bed. I couldn't help but shed tears. When the child started to go to kindergarten, she quit her job and became a full-time housewife. Knowing that I could go home to eat in the evening, she kept waiting for me hungry. In order to take good care of us, she also learned how to make cakes, biscuits, meat floss, etc. Kebabs, those things we love to eat, have become her specialty.

To sum up, in fact, the main reason why I am moved by my love is that it is not easy to be a military wife. It is said that being a military wife is not easy, but where it is not easy, it is not easy to understand. Soldiers are a brick in the Great Steel Wall that protects our country and our country. They are moved wherever needed. Even if they are not going to border islands, wild ridges and deserted beaches, they often work day and night to prepare for war. Soldiers are busy because of their heavy responsibilities. Not to mention outsiders, even military wives themselves often cannot understand this kind of burden-bearing busyness. The sacrifice of the individual is for the peace of the greater self. As a result, family affairs, large and small, are often left to the family alone. Even because they often leave early and come back late, it is difficult to see anyone. Many military wives whose families live in the camp seem to have passed away. The days when the two places were separated. But looking at my hurried away figure and tired figure returning every day, she can only be independent and strong.

Fortunately, my wife and children slowly adapted and understood, and gradually provided more and more support with their deepening understanding. When I'm stressed out, she's smart and will chat with me and tell jokes; when I'm overworking my brain, she's sage and will massage my head and neck; the most noteworthy thing is that she's always rushing to do housework. Although housework is not on the table, it is something that a family must face every day. From this perspective, the importance of doing housework is self-evident. However, in order for me to go to work with peace of mind and concentrate on my work, she took care of all the laundry and cooking, and basically eliminated other tasks such as cleaning. Her only request for me was that I could spend more time with the children. It is said that fathers should not be absent from their children's lives, play, study, and education, but I, who burn the midnight oil every day, can't do much besides caressing my children's guilt. Therefore, as long as the work is not urgent, I try to spend time with my child first at night, wait for him to fall asleep, and then leave quietly, late at night to deal with the unfinished work during the day. My wife feels sorry for me, but only in this way can I repay my wife for her support.