I can't believe I haven't posted since March. Dang, I suck.
The first few months haven't been without stress. I could go into so much detail here, but it's just too long of a list to put on here; it'd turn into a grump fest. Believe me, if anything crappy could happen, it happened. It seemed that no matter where I turned, God was taking another giant dump on me. They weren't little things, like fixing light bulbs or needing to do yard work and needing help with it. That stuff I can do. These were huge issues that I had to deal with that waited for me around every corner. Thankfully, I have amazing friends and family that help me with everything I need. Without them, I would seriously probably be on depression meds right now.
It's been going ok lately. I'm starting to be used to Max being gone (which sucks to say, but it's sadly true). It's not like I don't recognize his absence, and it doesn't mean that I'm not sad and have bad days. I just have accepted it. I had major issues sleeping in the first few months, and those are starting to come back again, but it's not nearly as bad as it was. My work was affected by my tiredness, as I could hardly stay awake during the day because of lack of sleep. Fortunately, I have an amazing boss (who also happens to be family) who is very understanding and empathetic to my situation, and has never hesitated to listen and help in any way that she can.
Max is coming home in three weeks for R and R! I'm SO EXCITED to see him. The more I think about it, the more weepy I get because I'm so ecstatic about it. It seems like forever since I saw him last. I keep thinking about meeting him at the gate, seeing him come out of that terminal and just hardly believing that it's really him. He'll come out of the gate in his ACUs, wearing his combat boots and holding a bag. The first we're going to do is hug, a huge hug that we've been waiting for since forever. Just hug and hug and hug. I don't care how long we stand there, just so long as we get to have a moment where we're the only ones who exist. I. Can't. Wait. It's the most amazing thing ever to be able to just KNOW that he's coming home, let alone the fact that I'll actually be seeing him in a few short weeks. I'm already stocking the freezer with things I can cook while he's here, and am putting the final touches on our master bathroom, which I have spent a couple of months re-doing (floor, paint, hardware, curtains, you name it!) It looks SO GOOD. The walls are a tan color, and the accent colors are deep red and chocolate brown. It looks FABULOUS! I can't wait for him to see it.
Max's cat is going to crap his pants when he sees Max for the first time. He (cat) is obsessed with being by the computer whenever I am on it (he was able to see Max on webcam, and always comes over to check if he's online), and more recently with running to me when my phone rings, since he heard Max's voice while we were talking a couple of mornings ago. I can't wait to see the reaction!
God, I love that guy. Max and I are a perfect match. I've heard it so many times from so many different people, but the more I think about it and the more we talk, the more I know how true that statement is. I can't wait until we can finally, FINALLY have the life we've been dreaming of since day one. When he comes home next year for good, we'll finally be able to live together consistently, not only a couple of weekends a month. It'll be an absolute dream, and I can hardly wait.
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