One down, 49 or so to go

“Does it feel like it’s been a whole year already?” I asked.

“No,” my sweetheart said. “Longer.”

And with that we both cracked up and wished each other a happy anniversary. The phone call was interrupted a couple of times by the sound of freedom, but those roaring engines couldn’t do much to damp our moment.

I hadn’t been looking forward to today, because I was afraid it might be sad, or at best bittersweet. But really, it’s been pretty good; I’ve had much worse deployment days than this. Having a badass husband who’s temporarily diverted is much better than a lot of other scenarios I can imagine.

We’ve spent our first year of marriage more apart than together (that makes us different from any other military couple how?), and I doubt this’ll be the last anniversary we spend away from each other. No matter; there’s gonna be a lot more of them after that. That’s a threat and a promise, sweetie. Thanks for being the love of my life.