The next time I'll see J in person - and in Oklahoma - is in 17 days. October 15. That's when he comes home.
It's been a long five months without him. And I've been waiting for the [almost] two-week countdown to come to pass, because it's sucked being without him. Sure, we've lived in two different cities for a good majority of our relationship/marriage, but at least I got to see him every weekend. At least I got to talk to him every day. During the past five months though, I've spent chunks of four days with him - which, when you add up the actual time together, comes out to less than 24 hours. I was supposed to go visit - twice - but both times, things fell through. I won't be able to make his graduation because of work, but at least he'll be home soon after.
I give major props to the wives who have gone through deployments. I feel like such a big baby, missing J as much as I have during our time apart. For crying out loud, he's just been in training. I think just being separated like this, and not having ANY time together at all for such a long period of time, has been a huge adjustment. I haven't even seen a picture of him in three months. I don't even know what he looks like anymore - if he's kept his hair short, if he's lost/gained weight...and I haven't sent him pictures of me or JJ in just about as long, so he has no idea what's going on with us, either. Granted, I haven't changed much, but JJ has definitely gotten bigger and is looking older than the last time J saw him.
Soon, he'll be moving to CO - and we'll make the move next year. I'm not looking forward to separating again, but at least when he makes the move, I know that JJ and I will be right behind him. It's nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel - finally.
Let the countdown begin.
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