When I was 17, there was this weird guy in my art class. He was super tall, with long arms and legs. Cartoonishly block shaped hands and feet. A plaid, flannel shirt (I’m not even kidding, and we are not even old enough for that to have been in style;) and the most ridiculously sculpted hair I had ever seen. He was sweet, and funny, and could draw. He made me smile at a time when I really needed it. He loved me right from the start. Me, the real me, all the way through. He loved me well before I could trust him to, and feel free to love him back.
Since then B has been my very best friend. The kind of friend you can really talk to. Tell your secrets to. Cry to. The kind that you want around to make you feel better, even when they are the one you kind of want to punch in the face;) He’s my rock, anchor, and wings all at the same time. He makes me feel safe enough to do whatever I want, and be whoever I want. Better yet, he makes me want to be all of those things for him. These are just some of the reasons we’ve been together for over 12 years. We’ve had ups and downs and good days, and bad. The bulk are good though, if not great. We’ve experienced family, friends, a wedding, a miscarriage, the birth of two
crazy amazing babies. And now we move into our next chapter.
B left for Basic Training 15 days ago. In those 12 years, we have never been apart this long. I realize that for some this doesn’t seem long, but trust me, it feels long! I’m so proud of him for taking this big step, and I look forward to the life it will help us build with our kids. I am also round and hormonal though, so the hard moments are sometimes very very hard. When I’m done work, and am home full time with the kids in a few weeks, it will be easier. I am just taking it one day at a time. I couldn’t write this post on our anniversary 4 days ago. It was a hard day. I miss him so, but I also love him so much more. Enough to get us through.