Thanksgiving...

A year ago I was stressing out about finals and trying to keep as busy as humanly possible in order to ignore the fact that I had no idea when I would speak to My Love again. At this point he had been in Air Force Basic Military Training about 3 weeks. I got to speak to him on Thanksgiving and what I didn't know was that I wouldn't get to hear his voice again until Christmas day. A year later I've been married to My Love for 5 months and we are privileged to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple. After spending 5 months living together it's hard to believe that we "dated" for 2 years long distance. I love being married to him. I love watching him come in the back gate every evening. I love curling up on the opposite end of the couch every evening while we watch Stargate...and then falling asleep about halfway through the second episode. I absolutely adore falling asleep wrapped in his arms every night. There are days when I get upset with him and don't under stand why he does what he does. But there are just as many where I am more then aware of my inadequacies as a wife and how much I suck at cleaning my house. And more often then not the times that I'm upset with him has more to do with my attitude and how I react then something that he actually needs to change. But all in all I love every minute I get to spend with him. Every minute that we're NOT 500 miles apart. Being able to spend every day with him is amazing.