You know how there are some days you just really want to remember? Yesterday was one of those days.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was our three-year wedding anniversary. But first, a little back story to the days prior. Joshua had duty on Sunday and for the first time in a long while, I brought a home cooked meal to him on base. I made one of our favorites— chili rice— and paired it off with a side of biscuits and cookies. I am so glad I did that because after dropping it off to him on Sunday evening, I didn’t have contact with him until Wednesday afternoon when we was on his way home from the field!
Being a military wife has never been an “easy” feat. The long hours, time apart, time demands, and always having to take a backseat to his career can be really rough on any relationship… But you learn to live with it. And usually, he’s able to tell me when he won’t be coming home at night because he has to stay late and be up super early, or because he has duty, or whatever the case may be. But this past week, I was expecting him home Monday night. And when he didn’t come home OR call, I was a little (ok, a lot) worried. After freaking myself out and convincing myself that something was wrong, I learned that he was in an area without cell phone service for 3 days straight. He also called and left a voicemail (of course it was while I was on a conference call for work!) with an emergency contact number in case anything happened with me or the baby.
Then Wednesday rolled around. At that point, I wasn’t sure how long he’d be in the field and without a phone. Didn’t know if he’d be coming home or even able to call. I had ordered chocolate covered strawberries to celebrate with him if he did come home, and they arrived during the day and I was sad just not even knowing if I’d be spending it alone or not. I know, pity party, right? Well I’m pregnant. My hormones are all over the place!
A little after 5pm, right when I had finished work for the day and was wondering what the heck I should plan for dinner, that lover of mine gave me a call! He told me he was coming home. This was literally seconds after I posted the following:
He was covered in face paint and had been in the field for three days without a shower, but he was on his way home! I knew he’d probably be exhausted and figured we would have a quiet night in, but no… He had other plans for us. There is this adorable little restaurant in downtown Wilmington with little private balconies for two right along the Riverwalk, and he wanted to take me there. I have to tell you— it was super romantic and über sweet to have my man plan a date for us after his insane hours at work that week and not being able to communicate. ::swoon::
After he showered up and we made a reservation at the restaurant, we walked along the Riverwalk and stopped to have an appetizer and drink at a little outdoor cafe.
From there we went to dinner at Riverboat Landing, the romantic little balcony restaurant. It was such a nice evening… we talked about everything. Work, the baby, the pregnancy, our careers, future plans, how far we’ve come, the scenery… everything. He had planned to take me to a movie from there, but I was the one who was too tired. Pregnancy is tough work! So instead we set off to get a cupcake for me and a cigar for him, but unfortunately the shops were closed. So we headed home, but on the way we stopped at McDonald’s for a McFlurry to top off the night. It ultimately made me feel better after dropping my birthday Oakley sunglasses off the edge of the balcony and getting them all scratched up… Oops.
It’s crazy how much life has changed in the last year alone. We’re homeowners, we moved (again) from Virginia to North Carolina, and we have a baby on the way! Despite the ups and downs we’ve had, I love this life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.