One more time...

Friday morning I got a call from E saying that he was getting the weekend off unexpectedly but didn't want to come home. I couldn't blame him...saying goodbye is hard, especially when you have to do it more than once. So I drove to Laurinburg and he kicked his roommate out of his hotel room and we spent the entire weekend doing absolutely nothing. And I mean nothing. We managed to crawl out of bed long enough to eat and shower,  but other than that it was a solid weekend of movies, TV, cuddling, talking, laughing, being ridiculous, pretending time had stood still and imagining that nothing else in the world really existed. It was amazing. Even when we ventured to Tennessee, there was still worry and stress but this time, it was such pure joy that we shared that I honestly wish we could recreate every second of every day. It was, perhaps, the best two days of our marriage.

I mean seriously. How many people can honestly say that they're married to their very best friend? The most funniest, most handsome, loving and kind husband in the entire world was given to me by the most gracious God...it's an awesome feeling, I tell you.

Tomorrow will be a very, very bittersweet day. Sweet because I'll get to see my love again but bitter because it's the last time for awhile. I might get to fly to Texas later this summer before he heads overseas but this could very likely be the last time I see him for an entire year. Saying goodbye isn't easy... but it's the life we chose.

Tonight, though... I'm holding onto that feeling of excitement that stirs inside me every time I think about seeing my soldier again. Tomorrow will be a good day.