Well, he finally came home! August 12, 2010.
I was so nervous as I waited for his bus to pull up. I was standing there with his sign as I get a phone call from him asking me where I was. He was there - but the buses were not in sight. Of all the buses, his unit pulled around back. As I headed that way we met in the middle. I was nervous, excited, happy .... I almost can't even remember the exact feelings. It was so surreal.
The next day we sat out on a search for somewhere to live when we got married and for me to stay while I am here, because he has to stay on base until the wedding. We started with a blank slate, not knowing where to look or what we were looking for. Fortunately he had a friend who just got an apartment in a town south of where the base is. We decided to skip our plans of just looking, and head south. Even though an apartment complex wasn't what we were originally looking for, we fell in love with the apartments. It is in a safe area and I LOOOOOVE the kitchen. (the most important part of the whole place - to me). We went for it and began the next day searching for stuff to fill the place with.
Furniture store after furniture store, we finally agreed on something and placed the order. Our second major decision together in two days. Luckily the apartments have an onsite laundry facility; however, after doing one load I made the nagging more consistent that we must get our own washer and dryer - SOON!
Agenda number one - Day three - washer and dryer ... I didn't really want to buy a brand new set yet, just starting off - we found a great appliance store the sold used appliances. Everything seemed great, found a set, on sale, good brand, good condition - delivered next day. As we waited for the delivery guys the next day, sitting in the floor (furniture wouldn't be delivered for a while), we had a couple of friends over. The guys came and installed the washer and dryer and I was one happy camper. I immediately put a load in. Less than ten minutes later we get a knock on our door. It's the downstairs neighbor saying her apartment is flooding from the ceiling. Anchor runs back to the laundry room to find 3 inches of standing water - oh no! Let the craziness begin. For the next six hours, we had apartment people, washer/dryer people, coming in and out of the apartment, phone call after phone call. It was crazy and wet. Anchor had to leave for work - but finally we got a new washer and fans to dry up the water, luckily we just got renter's insurance the day before with 100% coverage. Phew! The poor neighbor downstairs has to get her whole apartment repainted ... can't say that's the best introduction - cookies would have been better.
This has been a very interesting two weeks and I know it will only get better and more interesting. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with my best friend. So far one of my favorite things about having him home is actually having conversations with him - face-to-face.
More to come soon ....
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Waiting
The hardest thing about waiting are the times when something happens that he's the only one you need. To cry to, make you feel better, hold you, talk to, or just be in his presence. It's when you need to talk to him and you have no way to get a hold of him, so you wait. Hoping the phone will ring soon. That's when waiting is the hardest part.
How I get through it?
I think about the day I finally get to see him again. And this day is just right around the corner.
I think about how much he enjoys what he does, as much as we both hate him being away.
I think about his smile.
I reread his emails, playback his voicemails, and go through all of our pictures.
I write him letters, because I feel close to him when I write, knowing he will get it soon, or someday.
and I cry,
A lot!
And that's how I get through it, one day at a time.
I get through the hard times, knowing he'll be home soon and thinking of the hope of tomorrow and the hope of that day down the road where we will embrace each other again.
The wait is almost over, and I am more than thankful, more than blessed, and SO excited. Through this whole waiting experience, I just have to remind myself of how strong it is making both of us and our love. That if we can get through this, we can get through almost anything. Because the longer he is away - the more I miss him, the more I love him, and the more I cherish our love.
11 days!
How I get through it?
I think about the day I finally get to see him again. And this day is just right around the corner.
I think about how much he enjoys what he does, as much as we both hate him being away.
I think about his smile.
I reread his emails, playback his voicemails, and go through all of our pictures.
I write him letters, because I feel close to him when I write, knowing he will get it soon, or someday.
and I cry,
A lot!
And that's how I get through it, one day at a time.
I get through the hard times, knowing he'll be home soon and thinking of the hope of tomorrow and the hope of that day down the road where we will embrace each other again.
The wait is almost over, and I am more than thankful, more than blessed, and SO excited. Through this whole waiting experience, I just have to remind myself of how strong it is making both of us and our love. That if we can get through this, we can get through almost anything. Because the longer he is away - the more I miss him, the more I love him, and the more I cherish our love.
11 days!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Phone Calls
Last time I talked to you,
you kind of sounded blue
but you just said I love you and I'm fine
My heart told me so, you had alot on your mind
But you played it off with I love you and goodbye
Well it's been a few days, and my hearts crying for you
That you just might be hurting, somewhere out there
The thought of pain on you, there's nothing I can do
Miles and miles away
There's no other way
So I wait for that call, praying it will be so soon
Praying God to heal your wounds,
whatever it may be inside
that you were trying to hide
that day you called and I just knew
something was wrong with you
So I'm still waiting, and then I see you just called four times
But I missed your voice, I missed you hello, and I missed you say I love you
Please call back, I need to hear from you
I need to know that you're okay and what I can do
So I wait, and I wait, and I hate
that I missed those calls from you
Finally when I get our call
I pick up the phone and feel your wall
What's wrong with you
Please tell the truth
Don't hide from me
Open up and let me see
where you're hurting,
what you're thinking,
why your calling,
how your feeling,
what your needing,
talk to me.
It's catching up to you now
And let me tell you how
you're gonna be okay ...
With God above, and me by your side
We're gonna make it through any crazy ride
that life may take us through
I won't give up on you
I will stay right here
be right there
I'm going nowhere
but where you are - it's where my heart will stay
It's gonna be okay
Just keep talking, just keep seeking
just keep loving, just keep being - you!
It's so hard when you get those calls and it's been a hard day, week, month - and miles away there is nothing you can do or say. But promise that whatever happens, everything will be ok and you will be by his side every step of the way.
you kind of sounded blue
but you just said I love you and I'm fine
My heart told me so, you had alot on your mind
But you played it off with I love you and goodbye
Well it's been a few days, and my hearts crying for you
That you just might be hurting, somewhere out there
The thought of pain on you, there's nothing I can do
Miles and miles away
There's no other way
So I wait for that call, praying it will be so soon
Praying God to heal your wounds,
whatever it may be inside
that you were trying to hide
that day you called and I just knew
something was wrong with you
So I'm still waiting, and then I see you just called four times
But I missed your voice, I missed you hello, and I missed you say I love you
Please call back, I need to hear from you
I need to know that you're okay and what I can do
So I wait, and I wait, and I hate
that I missed those calls from you
Finally when I get our call
I pick up the phone and feel your wall
What's wrong with you
Please tell the truth
Don't hide from me
Open up and let me see
where you're hurting,
what you're thinking,
why your calling,
how your feeling,
what your needing,
talk to me.
It's catching up to you now
And let me tell you how
you're gonna be okay ...
With God above, and me by your side
We're gonna make it through any crazy ride
that life may take us through
I won't give up on you
I will stay right here
be right there
I'm going nowhere
but where you are - it's where my heart will stay
It's gonna be okay
Just keep talking, just keep seeking
just keep loving, just keep being - you!
It's so hard when you get those calls and it's been a hard day, week, month - and miles away there is nothing you can do or say. But promise that whatever happens, everything will be ok and you will be by his side every step of the way.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Beginning the Countdown
57 days from now, I will stand before my high school sweetheart and commit my heart and future to him. On December 24, 2009 Anchor proposed, 26 days before a 7 month deployment. Without a doubt in my mind, I said yes and began on a journey that I never imagined, the beginning of my life as a Marine Wife. Even though I haven't said my vows, I will and I already have experienced a glimpse of what it will be like. It's not a normal life to lead, and that is why I wanted to begin a blog. As a support, a way to express my new adventures of married life, and something creative to do.
As a little girl, I dreamed of the day I would say "I do". I painted a picture in my mind how things would be, like a fairy tale - bippidy, boppidy, boo - and my prince would come and sweep me off my feet. I never thought once that when I finally found my prince, he would leave and I would be forced to plan a wedding on my own, with limited communication, and the demands of life would overwhelm me more than I could handle, all while my best friend was away. I was told the first 6 weeks would be the hardest, but it only seemed to get harder and harder. 6 months into the deployment now, and it's only gotten harder. However, as of today I am 3 weeks away from meeting him as he arrives on a bus back to base. It keeps me going, thinking of the day I will see him again.
Throughout this blog, I hope to post the interesting, sad, hard, amazing, unforgettable, days of our lives, beginning with the final countdown until we reunite. I began losing sleep over his return date about two weeks ago.
What do I wear? What if I'm late and he is waiting while everyone else is with their families? What will I say? I haven't seen him in 7 1/2 months, how will I act? What do I do? Should I take a banner, make something? Should I wear jeans, a dress, heels? How should I do my hair? Oh all the questions?!
But then there's the thoughts I lie awake thinking about ...
trying to remember his touch, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his kiss, his hugs - because they all seem so vague at the moment. I try to remember and I imagine what it will be like. It's been too long that I almost can't remember the small things. I do know now to embrace every little thing from now on. Because it's times like this, when he is away for so long, that I need to remember well enough to be able to close my eyes and imagine and feel that he is there with me.
I knew what I was getting into when I promised to be with him forever. I knew abscence was part of the deal, but no one can really prepare you for it. The handbooks, the readiness officers, the groups ... nothing beats him being here.
So as I count down until he returns, I have so much to look forward to and so much to prepare myself for. I will be relocating to and area in which I know no one or know nothing about. I will be newly married, learning the ropes to living with a guy, better yet, living with a guy AND his Marine buddies (because I know they will be at the house all the time especially with football season coming up) ... so this should be a very interesting chapter in my life.
As a little girl, I dreamed of the day I would say "I do". I painted a picture in my mind how things would be, like a fairy tale - bippidy, boppidy, boo - and my prince would come and sweep me off my feet. I never thought once that when I finally found my prince, he would leave and I would be forced to plan a wedding on my own, with limited communication, and the demands of life would overwhelm me more than I could handle, all while my best friend was away. I was told the first 6 weeks would be the hardest, but it only seemed to get harder and harder. 6 months into the deployment now, and it's only gotten harder. However, as of today I am 3 weeks away from meeting him as he arrives on a bus back to base. It keeps me going, thinking of the day I will see him again.
Throughout this blog, I hope to post the interesting, sad, hard, amazing, unforgettable, days of our lives, beginning with the final countdown until we reunite. I began losing sleep over his return date about two weeks ago.
What do I wear? What if I'm late and he is waiting while everyone else is with their families? What will I say? I haven't seen him in 7 1/2 months, how will I act? What do I do? Should I take a banner, make something? Should I wear jeans, a dress, heels? How should I do my hair? Oh all the questions?!
But then there's the thoughts I lie awake thinking about ...
trying to remember his touch, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his kiss, his hugs - because they all seem so vague at the moment. I try to remember and I imagine what it will be like. It's been too long that I almost can't remember the small things. I do know now to embrace every little thing from now on. Because it's times like this, when he is away for so long, that I need to remember well enough to be able to close my eyes and imagine and feel that he is there with me.
I knew what I was getting into when I promised to be with him forever. I knew abscence was part of the deal, but no one can really prepare you for it. The handbooks, the readiness officers, the groups ... nothing beats him being here.
So as I count down until he returns, I have so much to look forward to and so much to prepare myself for. I will be relocating to and area in which I know no one or know nothing about. I will be newly married, learning the ropes to living with a guy, better yet, living with a guy AND his Marine buddies (because I know they will be at the house all the time especially with football season coming up) ... so this should be a very interesting chapter in my life.
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