The puzzle piece that just fits

It’s the best feeling in the world when he walks through our door and gives me the biggest hug… and that feeling is even more amazing in those desert cammies = ] It’s the pride, the time apart, the way he kisses my forehead… that makes me fall even more in love with him every time he comes home.

He’s like the puzzle piece that just fits.  

It’s the hardest feeling in the world to explain, but the easiest to feel. It truly is amazing to me that the butterflies I feel when he holds me have not yet faded. Of course we have our disagreements, our flaws, our moments when it would be easier to walk away… but at the same time what we have is worth fighting for. Any day, Everyday.

Sunday night, even though he was exhausted from no sleep; we spent the whole night just spending time together. We made an amazing dinner, grabbed a bottle of wine, lit a candle, and just talked out on our porch. When we finally drug our butts to bed we just laid there; my head on his chest, laughing and listening to the rain. At one point he started spinning my wedding ring. And then he simply stated that he still couldn’t believe that I am his wife. He just laid there holding my hand, smiling, and saying that, “this is our house, our life, our future”.

I admit that I am going to miss these weekends. It sounds crazy, I know…but once something has been apart of your life for so long, it’s hard to imagine life without it. We will still continue to just lay in bed and talk, we will still eat dinner on the porch… but now there is no more drill weekends, no more cammies, no more smelly boots in the doorway.