In
August of 2013, the love of my life, my best friend, my rock, my other half,
deployed overseas. He came home safely on June 22, 2014.
Those
10 months (305 days, to be exact) were the most challenging months he and I
have ever endured. Those 10 months were full of loneliness, intense longing, sadness, fear, anger, worry, and many sleepless nights. They developed an intense attachment to my
phone. Phone calls were rare, so we
relied heavily on emails and Facebook messages (THANK GOD for technology!) If a
place didn’t have Wi-Fi or 4G, then forget it, I wasn’t going. I became that girl. I didn’t care, though. I never wanted to miss
a message, an email, or a call from my love. I never wanted him to send a
Facebook message and to not get one in return from me. Communicating with J became my priority.
It
is important for me to note, though, that his deployment did not stop me from
living. Yes, I was sad. Yes, I missed him more than I thought humanly
possible. But I refused to sit around
and mope for those 10 months. Don’t get
me wrong, days where I sat around all day and drank wine did happen. Weeks
occurred where I cried myself to sleep every single night. But overall, I lived. I did my best to make
the most out of this experience and to try and make the best of it for J. I decorated and sent elaborate care packages
(I may have gone overboard), I sent him recorded videos of myself telling him I
loved him. I even sent selfies.
Seeing the bus turn the corner!
Waiting for them to depart!
Nothing compares to this hug.
Our first kiss after 305 days!
We always ended our emails by saying, "I'll be seeing you soon", so I incorporated
that into his homecoming sign.
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