Michael left for boot camp on March 28th and the first time I will be able to see him again is in two weeks from today. It is completely normal to go without seeing your fiancé for months at a time and then the day after you meet again you get married right? Obviously I am nervous and excited to see him, mostly nervous at this point. Good thing I have an amazing best friend that knows Michael so well that she can calm me down. It wouldn't be that bad but we can only write letters to each other. Letters, seriously, I feel like I am living in the 1940's and my husband has just gone off to fight in the war.
How am I expected to say "I do" to someone (without having at least a little anxiety) that I haven't said one word to in three months!
Literally, three months! Don't even get me started on how much it bothers me when people use the word literally incorrectly.
"Did you? That would be really nice right about now because then I wouldn't have to listen to your lame story"
These have been my thoughts for the past few weeks, my nervous, anxious, heart pounding thoughts. But then his letter came. Thank goodness for the United States Postal Service. Something about a good old fashion love letter to calm the nerves. Now all that is left is to wait, which I have been doing it for the past eleven weeks, I think I can make it two more.