Today's the day. One year ago today I married D (and the Marine Corps for that matter). My how time flies when you're insanely busy.
I actually got to talk to D yesterday morning which was a very happy surprise. We hadn't spoken on the phone since he arrived in Japan over two weeks ago, so hearing his voice was a great way to start the weekend. He hasn't had Internet in his room since he got there, so there's no way to email, IM, or skype. I really miss being able to talk to him on a regular basis, but its amazing how something as simple as an hour long phone call can make you feel so much better. Our lack of communication since he got there has been making me more and more anxious. I feel like there's so much going on that I want/need to talk to him about, and yet I can't.
Unfortunately he was calling because he'd had a particularly bad day and really needed to talk to me, but I was glad that I heard the phone ring and woke up so I could take his call. It also made me glad that when he had a bad day, the one person he wanted to talk to about it was me. You have to understand, my husband is not a complainer. He's a Marine. He compartmentalizes things that bother/upset him because that's what he was trained to do. They can't allow anything to distract them because depending on where they are and what they're doing, that could put people's lives at risk. Do I wish he was able to talk about what's on his mind more than he does? Absolutely. But I understand why he doesn't, and I just hope someday when he's no longer active duty he can learn to process things as they happen rather than store them away to be forgotten.
We were also able to talk about the tentative plans for the yard which is something I've been itching to do. It's been weird meeting with designers and getting estimates and mapping things out without him here to bounce ideas off of, get immediate input on. I'm really excited about it all though, the yard is going to look so great when it's done! I'm meeting with another outfit this week and after I get numbers back from them I should be able to make a decision about who to hire. I'm still having moments where I sit back and say, "holy cow, we own a house."
Other than adjusting to D being gone life is starting to take it's familiar "on my own schedule" shape. I feel perpetually tired, and yet I can't seem to get to bed before 12m or 1a. I'll just start puttering around the house doing little things that need to get done and before I know it, it's waaaaaaay past my bedtime. If D were home we'd be in bed by 1030p every night. He's a routine guy like that.
For our one year anniversary gift (to ourselves) I got us an anniversary journal. It's a gorgeous hand bound book with entries for us to write about each anniversary - how we celebrated, memorable moments from the year, and a place for us to share our thoughts on the last year with one another. I figured since we'd be spending the next few years apart it'd be a good way to document the time we did get to spend together, and also a great thing to be able to look back on further down the road.
I don't know what the next few years are going to be like, but I know this first year was our best yet: it's the longest amount of uninterrupted time we've spent together since we met, and I can't think of a better way to spend your first year of marriage.
Happy Anniversary D, I love you.
