Well, I’m supposed to be asleep and supposed to have packed for this fun little roadtrip home. But I realized something about 2 minutes ago that’s a little disheartening.
When you get married, or in a relationship, you start taking note of every month anniversary. Our one month anniversary he shipped out. Our two month anniversary – boot camp. Three month – same thing, Four month – I was in Indiana, he was in Texas at tech school. Five month – I’ll be in Indiana. Six month – Oh look, we’ll be together… it’s his birthday. Seventh month – moving to ND. What the crap. Looks like I’m kinda SOL on this whole game of actually enjoying one month with my husband. I bet, since I’m one of the unluckiest people on the planet, that on our 1 year, he’ll be deployed. Oh well, welcome to the Air Force, eh?