honestly? here you go:

I'm not sure how some people missed it, but in case you've been living under a rock, my husband left two weeks after we were married. And no, we didn't jump the gun & get married on a whim! We were engaged for 9 months. We are scheduled to be separated for the first seven months of marriage.

Although hopefully I will be allowed to join him during tech school.

So in 9 teensy weensy days, I will be reunited with my soul mate. How about them apples? It will be a once in a life time experience. A memorable experience. Hopefully all wonderful, happy memories. I get four days. Four. After that, we are unsure of the next time we will see each other. Obviously, this trip is extremely important to me. Very, very precious.

I'm very... protective, let's say, of our time together. Since we only have four days, each minute is crucial. Really, I don't want to share him. At all. If you would like to argue this with me and tell me how mean I'm being, I will gladly trade places with you for a day and you can walk in my shoes. Even if you have been there before, most people don't say sayonara to their spouse after 14 days. And if you have, then this is not directed at you. It's very hard - and not in a "I hate my marriage" sort of way. It's a "I just want to be with my husband - I miss him dearly... " sort of way. I just miss him - that's all.

Every single stinkin day I get asked, "Sooo... how's married life?!"

What?
Are you serious?

What do they think my response will be!? "Oh, just dandy!! We never get to talk, but I have bonded closely with my stationary, since I write him daily!" Married life is great, but we are separated. By a thousand miles. And all we can do is read the words from the letters that we write. Simple as that.

Don't get me wrong here - I love my husband and our marriage. But I am sick of talking about it. I'm sick of the questions.. day in and day out. I'm sick of having to prove myself to everyone by convincing them that I am strong enough to endure this and this is the right choice for us. I hope I'm not coming off too mean. I have two Air Force wives whose husbands are in M's flight who will gladly back me up on all of this.

I don't expect you to understand, because you just can't. and I'm not mad about that. We are both living for graduation weekend when we can finally be back in each other's arms. It will truly be the most exciting time of our lives. and I'm sorry that I want to hog my husband during this weekend. We are newlyweds, and we have been separated for far too long.

But we are unseparable.
We are unpenetratable.
We are strong.
We are independent.
and we are dependent.
We are great communicators.
Great appreciators of one another.
Great lovers.
and nothing will stand in our way.
Our heart is one
and a million miles
or a million minutes
or a million days days
or months
can stop us from loving each other
with all of our being.

And now, with great pleasure, I present to you baby H at 6 months old: