By the time Hubby comes home for R&R it will have been ten months since we have seen each other. Almost a year. That is a long time. We've been married for just about 14 months, and we have been together for two and a half of those. It's pretty ridiculous if you ask me.
In the past nine months, a lot has happened. I reacquainted myself with my friends, got myself into good shape, developed a gym habit, finished all my classes, graduated from college, visited my in-laws in San Diego, visited my sister and her family in New Mexico, had a job, lost a job, started assistant coaching JV and varsity field hockey and am training to run my first 5k.
While I feel that I have accomplished a lot since Hubby has been gone, I still feel that I have not done nearly as much as I had in previous, pre-Hubby times. My life is going forward, I am getting older and reaching many goals I have set for myself, however, a part of me still lingers in the past. While my life is moving forward, my marriage is at a standstill. Hubby and I of course are growing together through this deployment, but all I can base it off of is the past. Reality is that Hubby has missed nine months of my life and will miss another six.
Part of me wants to enjoy this year and live in the moment, but most of me just yearns for the day when Hubby and I can live life together. When no longer do I have to tell Hubby about the little things or the big things and send pictures so he can see what happened. I cannot wait for the day when we can celebrate the successes of our lives together. I cannot wait for the day when I no longer have to stop my walk of life to look back and see if Hubby is still there. I want to glance to my side and see him next to me.
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