Girls at a gun range

Today I went to a Shooting Range with Chris, his parents, his aunt, uncle and cousins. He has one girl cousin (and she’s three). So the only females at the shooting range were his mother, his aunt, his three-year-old cousin and ME!

I have been to the range before and I actually enjoyed myself. It was the first time ever being near a gun and the first time I ever even touched a gun. Obviously Chris is a big fan of guns (ya know, the whole Marine thing) and his uncle is a cop… so guns are a big interest in the family.

Today reiterated just how different men and women truly are, but it also made me realize a big part about relationships.

Chris was in his glory all day. Not only did he get to shoot guns for 5 hours, he got to spend the day with his father, uncle and all his cousins.

The first time ever shooting a gun was a lot of fun for me. I was interested because it was something new and different. Today was not like the first time I went.

I shot a few rounds with each gun but after 2 hours I found myself just watching. Then after 3 hours I found myself snacking and playing with the baby. After 4 hours I found myself sitting in the heated truck with his aunt talking about ‘girly things’.

After 5 hours at the shooting range, the guys were still shooting. Whether it was a pistol, rifle or shotgun, they continued to shoot round after round after round.

The last hour spent with his aunt in the truck made me realize something. Maybe I didn’t want to shoot guns after an hour and maybe I wasn’t really interested, but I realized that I was never bored.

I confessed this to his aunt and she said to me, “Why do you think we do this? Look at our men, look at them smiling. This makes them happy.”

It made me realize that this is a main part of a healthy and happy relationship.

His aunt and uncle have been together since they were in high school and they have four children. They have a wonderful marriage and I admire them, I could tell Chris does too.

His aunt was right. I enjoyed watching Chris in “his heaven.” And Chris does this with me as well. I can tell that Chris hates when I drag him to the mall to go shoe shopping, but the other day (when I was trying on shoe after shoe) Chris turned to me and said, “You look so cute.”