Sending All My Love

First care package has been sent! It should get to him just in time for Valentine’s Day (hopefully). And with his birthday being so close to Valentine’s Day, the second package is not far behind the first. They were both fun and stressful to make. Fun because I love going all out, decorating the inside, love the excitement and anticipation of giving a gift. Stressful because nothing I wanted to give him would fit into the darn box or could be sent through mail. An engraved knife, a new gun, gaming chairs, tool chest for his truck, nice bottle of whiskey, dinner out at our favorite restaurant, a night out watching the stars, a fun weekend getaway  😩. I ended up pulling together a really cute package that I know he will enjoy but I also decided that the packages would only be part one. Part two will be whatever I couldn’t send or we couldn’t do, waiting for him when he gets backs.

Mailing the package was bittersweet. It was not until I was in the post office that it really hit me that we would not get to celebrate today. But I also had to smile because I knew when we do finally get to celebrate together, it’ll be worth the wait and one we sure won’t forget. Who knows, Christmas just might have to come in the summer and Valentine’s Day might just be in the fall but whenever it is, it will be fantastic and it will be ours.

(I added little hearts and

Being in a military marriage, the brutal truth is that we probably will spend more special occasions apart than together. But this experience is what you make it. One of my favorite dates we ever went on was valentine’s day two years ago. We weren’t even married or engaged at the time but he drove us out into the middle of a huge field and we stargazed for hours talking about everything and nothing. I grew up in the city with tons of big buildings and bright lights. I had never seen stars so big and bight. Him being raised in the country, that was the only kind of sky he knew. I remember falling in love with the sky, the stars and him all in the same night.

Sometimes I think that we shared such wonderful memories before he joined the military so that we could have them to hold on to when his duties separated us. Somehow, the wonderful ones make the rough ones just a little better. They remind me that they all won’t be like this one and more importantly, of the love we have. Love that no distance can hender.