Husband, here I come!

Sorry, I've been bad about actually submitting my blog posts. I've written quite a few and then I decide that it's not something I should really post.
There isn't too much going on right now. I'm working two jobs and trying to figure out what I'm going to do about a living situation in the fall while adjusting to being married, except, my husband isn't here. I joke with my friends a lot "I wish I knew what it was like to actually live with my husband."
If they only knew I wasn't kidding. I think they know, but I'm sure they don't fully understand what I'm dealing with.
Ryan and I have decided to fly me out there for the 4th! We're extremely worried that he won't get the liberty he needs to stay with me overnight, which really saddens me. I hate that they can keep him away from me like that, but I imagine that they will let him go. (Knock on wood.) But I'm extremely excited to see him! I've only seen him 20 days in the last year, and it will probably be half a year before he's home. *sigh*
I guess this is military life, especially when they get stuck in medical.
But, on the bright side I will get to see him, even if that means going to Pendleton myself for a hug. I'm thankful I'm his wife. Of all the things, I'm thankful he loved me enough to marry me before he left, even if it was so sudden and all weird and caused problems. We weren't thinking completely clearly, but all I know is that my emotions are so much better than before. I'm so much happier and less stressed about life in general. I can finally sit back and relax. I'm trying not to worry about too much. For two jobs and worrying about my living situation... I'd say my life is relatively calm, and that is worth celebrating. Yay, California!
Husband, here I come!

Late night ramblings

This is the farthest I've been away from Ryan physically since he left last summer.  He's been away for almost a year now, and I've had to learn to function without him. I'm not sure how I've managed to survive this far; only by the will and grace of God that I was able to pull through this and feel at peace with what we are both doing. Of course, nothing in life ever goes according to plan, and then we're left scrounging around for the peices to put back together. All 3 times he has left I have felt at peace, or have realized that its not so bad. I'm never supposed to enjoy this time apart. I'll never get used to it. And that's perfectly okay. 

One day at a time they say. 

One step at a time is all I can handle. 

Peice by peice we are putting our lives together. What a journey this will be!