Two nights ago I got to see my husbands face. It was the first time in over a month the bandwidth out there actually worked long enough for both of our webcams to broadcast, and it was beyond great.
Then, a little while later we got to use the sound feature from Gmail and actually talk (Skype hates us out there apparently, but Gmail works on occasion). So not only did I get to see his face, but we got to talk! Like have an actual conversation about the weather (hot), and our dog (we both miss her), and our future (we’re freaking excited to “be married” again), and other random things. We even got to say good night to each other!
The instant I saw his face it was seriously like love at first sight and butterflies all over again. His smile, the curves of his face, I
want need that man in my life and I can’t wait for him to get back. I know this may be overly sappy, but I figure when you haven’t seen your husband in awhile, it’s completely allowed—that, and I don’t really give a damn what other people think about what I’m about to say:
Deployments suck. A lot. A lot, a lot. But they can bring out a longing, an ache, and even a love you’ve never felt before. I honestly want him and want to be with him more right now than the day we got married. That’s not to say I didn’t want him then, but when you’re separated—not by choice—it just makes you realize exactly what you want in your life.
And I want his face in my life. I want his face in my life every single day. (Can you tell we’re in the homestretch? Because we are, and I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry, so I sometimes do a little of both.)