Just A Part Of Life....

As a military wife, separations from My Love are just part of life.

Not the best part. 

Kinda the very-worst-totally-awful-part.

But still a part of life anyway.

Tonight, while washing the dishes - just another "part!" - I realized those separations bring about many of the wonderfully-happy-lovely parts of my life.

Without the absence of My Love:

would I truly treasure the unadulterated joy brought by his presence?

would I register the sweetness of the mini-stampede caused by his return at the end of each day?

would I know how strongly-passionately-deeply, I love him?

would I know how strongly-passionately-deeply, he loves me?

I don't think so.

Don't misunderstand me.  It is completely possible TO know those things without an ocean between you, for months on end.  But I don't think it would have been so for me. I think I needed these times apart to remind me exactly who I married. To not lose sight of each other during the daily mundane.

He has been home three months now, and, while the reintegration was challenging at times (We did have a baby only 8 days after his return) figuring out our balance is completely worth the difficulty.

Although, the difficulty was actually not that difficult. 

It was more just exhausting.

I followed this man I love into a foreign world of military acronyms, separations, moves, challenge; because I had no choice.

 Once My Love was in my life - there was no other way it could be.

Pictures from November 2009 courtesy of Chani Rogers

And even though I took all his hair, I'm pretty sure he feels the same way.

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