You don’t marry the person you can live with. You marry the person you can’t live without.
I got a phone call from Huzzy the day before New Year’s Eve. What a great way to end the year and begin the new one. It had been 7 1/2 weeks since I had talked to him. That’s nearly two months. Seemed like an eternity.
I started bawling as soon as I heard his ringtone go off. Absolutely uncontrollable sobbing. I had to reign it is so that I could actually talk to him. In our next phone conversation he asked me if I had been crying at the end (apparently I hid it semi-okay since I had actually been crying the whole time). I told him I was and that I was sorry. He said he actually found it cute. Awww.
He’s not back CONUS (Continental United States) yet, but will be soon. Unfortunately, I won’t be seeing him right away. For many reasons I can’t say on this blog due to my work situation, we have decided to wait until March to see each other. We should be together for our one year anniversary. How many military couples can say that?
I just found out that he WILL be on land (with as much certainty as one can get from the military, of course) for Thanksgiving this year. Christmas is up in the air, but I’ll have him home for Thanksgiving. YAY!
I miss my husband so much. By the end of March, we’ll have been married for one year and have lived together for 7 weeks of that. Of those 10 months apart, only a couple will be due to deployment. The rest will be due to this stupid house situation we are in. It’s so very frustrating.
But, I can now talk to my husband nearly every day. And once he’s CONUS, I’ll be able to talk to him several times a day, text and chat online with him. That’s going to be Heaven. And we’ll only be 3 time zones away. Instead of the 15 that we currently are.
Life is getting better. I hope it continues in this direction.