My husband comes home after 213 days floating on the middle of the ocean and working hard 14-16 hour days 7 days a week. I am incredibly proud of his mental and physical strength and endurance, it was an incredible thing to witness (even from afar). I am even more so proud of both of us and our communication, trust and love for one another. We had a couple (and I really mean like 3) issues come up in the more than 7 months he was gone (go figure, right?) but we handled them with grace, compassion and understanding each and every time.
I was told by someone that it would be impossible to grow our relationship while he was gone and that idea absolutely ate at me because I thought they may be right. I have to say, as of tonight I actually feel like this time has strengthened our bond in so many ways I could not have anticipated. We have missed out on experiences that would’ve happened had he been here but the same can be said for the opposite. I truly believe that this was exactly what was meant to happen for both of us.
Suffice it all to say: I love my husband, I am so proud of him and us and I cannot wait to finally kiss him again.
