81 days of adventures together.
Our story is going to unfold little by little over time. Most of it hasn't even been written yet, because our life together is just starting. I will have to backtrack a few years to tell the whole story. It will all be written eventually, though it may take some time to catch up.
To start, I will say that today, we said goodbye. I watched as his plane left the ground, not knowing when I will see his face again, when I will hold his hand and laugh and smile with him. In about ten hours, he will arrive on base in Okinawa, and will not leave for the next three years at least. I must wait in the US until I can join him, which could be merely weeks, or several months. My heart is aching, but I know it's not forever. And being married to my best friend is worth it all. We both cried at the airport today, but there is enough hope and love to hold on to until we can be together again, however long it may be.