"I am a military girlfriend. I hold no formal recognition with the powers that be. I am at the bottom of the chain. I hold no military ID card, I am not a “dependent” or a parent. The man I love may face unspeakable dangers, and I am at the mercy of those who possess this recognition for news. I understand this and accept this. I have promised to be here for him upon his return, no matter how long he is away. People may say I am insane for making such a commitment with no guarantees, but I hold onto our promises and have faith that he will come home safe to me. I know full well that my love for him fuels him in the worst of times. There is no ring on my finger to symbolize our commitment, but it means he will be home for me. I hope every day that he will call because a 30-second phone call can bring the greatest spectrum of emotions… smiling with tears in my eyes from so much joy and pain. My relationship is based on a brief communicatn where “I love you and I’m okay” speaks more than volume, and gives me the strength to keep going. I take no moment spent together for granted. I hold onto every touch, caress, kiss, every word. I have memorized the feel of his skin, his smell, the sound of his voice, and I play it over and over in my mind so that I will not forget. I cry myself to sleep some nights because missing him hurts so badly, but wake up the next morning, brush myself off, and start a new day. When you watch the news reports, you may turn away and go about your business relatively unaffected. When I watch news stories of the war, I do not see nameless military men and women half a world away. I see individuals who will be forever changed by war. News of every casualty causes me physical pain and deep sadness."
I wish I could be in his arms right now.
thegirl0nfire:

This was taken from the homecoming today at Fort Carson.
My step dad is finally home!

thegirl0nfire:

This was taken from the homecoming today at Fort Carson.

My step dad is finally home!

lifeofamilso:

Our professional wedding photos finally came in! ❤️

dreamingofourforever:

Our love is not being able to be completely happy unless I know that you’re happy, too. Our love is not being able to go bed upset with each other, and never leaving the house without a kiss goodbye. Our love is remembering to pick up your favorite ice cream, even if it’s not on the list. Our love is cupcake fights in the kitchen and rolling on the floor covered in frosting laughing. Our love is remembering to check your pockets before I throw your clothes into the wash, because I know I’ll probably find a pen or two. Our love is encouraging each other in every endeavor we pursue, and sincerely wanting to see each other succeed. Our love is constantly wanting to snuggle in even closer. Our love is swallowing our stubborn pride and apologizing when it’s needed, and the sincere forgiveness that follows. Our love is waking up early on lazy Sunday mornings to the smell of homemade waffles with white chocolate chips. Our love is all the times you wake up in the middle of the night just to ask me for a kiss. Our love is patience, and having the flexibility to compromise time and time again. Our love is coming home to my favorite flowers for no reason other than to see me smile. Our love is having just as good of a time snuggled up on the couch in sweats with a movie and frozen pizza, as we would have getting dressed up and going out. Our love is the way you selflessly carried me up three flights of stairs after my knee surgery. Our love is when I think back into the past five years of my life, and find countless happy memories with you by my side. Our love is wanting nothing more than to continue making happy memories together for the rest of my life.

It’s you, it’s always been you.

Five and a half years & counting