Sending my love across the ocean.

Tonight, I saw this picture and realized how amazingly blessed I've been in my marriage.

I'll wait for him for as long as it takes, and I'll keep sending my love across the ocean until he gets home from Afghanistan.

My husband, the warrior, the lover, the friend, the shoulder to cry on... He is everything to me, all rolled into one big ball of goodness. I'm a better person for having him in my life and I truly believe that he will never understand how much my world changed when he came into it. I can only hope that I will show him the love that he deserves - all I want to do is love him for the rest of my life, is that too much to ask?

On nights like this one, I do what this man in the picture does: I watch the videos we made together, read the notes and the conversations we've had, listen to our songs, and look at pictures from when he was home... I revel in how much he has given me in these two short years: love, trust, honor, commitment, life. He put the wind back into my sails and taught me how to believe in love again; our love is what gets me through each day we are apart. 

But, I'm keeping this post short and sweet and I'll say one more thing before I bid you adieu: our love is bigger than the ocean. I miss my better half, but I'll never let it get the best of me. Tonight, I'm sending my love across the ocean, all the way to Afghanistan, in the hopes that he will feel it in his heart and know that he is deeply loved.