Well, i woke up today at 5 am because of two reasons 1) there’s a class at the gym I wanted to go to at 5:30 and B) I have to be at the airport tomorrow morning at 5 am, so I figured I’d try to ease myself into it.
But now I’m awake and sitting on my couch and it’s 5:32 because I also realized I wanna check into my flight and have to do that at 6 am. No gym for me. I may do something from my ON DEMAND here after I write this.
It kinda sucks, but there’s a slight chance Kenny will be delayed even further. He said he’d let me know ASAP today, so I’ll be on pins and needles trying to figure out what to do. I’m going to do my best to not freak out and just go with the flow. This is what being a military issued girlfriend is all about… right?!
On a plus note, my Kenny is too freaking good to me. We were talking last night about him staying in the AF and he asked me if I thought I could do this for another 18 years. I said I could and that it’d be different if we were married, because I’d be there when he got home and it wouldn’t be this difficult dealing with airplanes and worrying about time off work. Well, then I reversed the question and asked the same thing to him and he said, “I know i can, as hellicaious as it is out here, i like the job and everything. Im willing to give it up in a heartbeat for you though. And id never ever regret it.” And I absolutely believe him.
Heh. Then I told him that I may have been crying (it was an emotional day yesterday!) and he said, “i still feel bed. its my job to make you not cry.” And I thought about that for awhile.
When I was younger I used to like this quote:The one who makes you cry isn’t worth your tears, and the one who is worth your tears would never make you cry.
I remember that from growing up and I thought it was silly, because every boy I had been with or liked had made me cry for one silly reason or another. And now here’s Kenny. I’ll admit that I’ve absolutely cried over him, but every single time I can think of me crying it’s been because of something the Air Force has done. Not him. He has never made me cry. And that makes me smile (and maybe cry a little bit…but they’re happy tears! Happy tears don’t count, because he makes me cry happy tears all the freaking time!).