Just Two Kids: Our journey, to date.

Today I sat and stared at my phone, hoping it would ring and I could hear his voice. Today that didn't happen. To be fair, I knew it wouldn't, I knew I was just torturing myself; just the same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before.
I said goodbye to my beloved husband last Friday evening. Trying to smile as he walked away, I knew I was making a bigger deal of this than I should. He would be back in a week, he would be safe, and I would be fine. After all, I've grown so accustomed to longing for his arms around me, his voice coming to me not from beside me, but from through the phone; and to often drifting through time, having no bearing of when he might call, joyfully announcing that I'm finally allowed to come and see him. Of course, this is almost over, we're almost done; with this stage, at least.
9 months ago my fiance, Jakob, and I had a very serious discussion about our options and our future. Knowing that no matter where life took us, it would be a journey we took together, we tried to assess what would be the most stable option for us, as a family. 8 months ago my Jakob enlisted in the Army. 7 months ago I stood in an airport clinging to my sanity as I turned, silent tears streaming down my face, and walked away from my future, my safety, my love, and my source of joy. For the next three months I struggled to remain sane, and at least superficially conscious. I pulled all of the hope and joy that I could from my dear friend Amy, whose husband enlisted and was shipped off to basic with my Jakob; my precious Grace, who blessed me with nos, chocolate milk, and oneness in spirit; both the magnificent family I was given at birth, and the new one I am proud to have been scooped up into; and the whirlwind of planning the most glorious wedding imaginable, in under three months. Although painful, and scarring, the time passed, as time has the tendency to do. Until finally, in mid December 2012, I was reunited with my love. We hugged, we cried, we loved, then it was all a blur. With only two weeks to visit our families, and finish planning before we were wed and zoomed off to Fort Huachuca, AZ for Jakob's AIT; the days seemed to hurtle by with no regard for me standing there, grasping, pleading for them to implant some sort of lasting memory before they left. That said, it was a beautiful, blissful time; culminated on December 30th, 2012 when in a humble park, in an insignificant corner of the world, two people became one.
It is now mid April, 2013. I am here, huddled in my humble apartment in Sierra Vista, AZ. Jakob is up in the mountains at FTX, their final training exercise, finalizing our time here. In a mere 9 days he will graduate, I will praise the Lord, and we will be off to Fort Lewis, WA. Home. Well, 4 hours from home. But home is where the heart is; home is in his arms.