"I didn't choose this life. I chose him. This was just part of the deal."

It was never supposed to be easy. Nothing about this was supposed to be easy.

We don't know when the next time we will see each other is. We don't know how much time we will have the next time we do.

Sometimes, we don't even know when the next time we can talk is.

A couple years left doesn't seem too long. It should fly by, right? Sure, the days goes by. You wake up and it's already a new season, but it's those nights when you're tossing and turning when you realize how long it has really been.

A short weekend is granted to us. We shove everything in. Cuddling, wine night, dinner with family, mini adventures... Everything a normal couple can do. We try to make up for all the time we lost.

We constantly crave each other's presence, but we know it's your job and that what you're doing is one the bravest things you could ever do. The support for you will always be there.

A whole ring of emotions cycles every single day. Happiness, frustration, anger, anxiousness...

We know this is only temporary. The FaceTime calls with bad connection will never be a thing again. Neither will be sitting by the phone all day waiting for a text that might not even come and every other obstacle that causes the slightest bit of pain.

Just a couple of more years of dropping you off at the airport and sharing one last goodbye kiss.

But, it’s the worst at 5 a.m. when we are together- when we stare deep into each other’s eyes knowing this is the last time we’ll be in one another’s arms for a while. Then, the next thought crosses… the next time you’re up at 5am for no reason, you’ll be alone waiting for him to come home again.