thankful for the little things.
January 31st, 2010 at 4:27 pm. Posted in Just Rachel.
circa 2004
I think, after a certain point in a deployment, you start to become numb. You learn that nothing is certain in the military, you learn not to make plans or hang all of your hopes on a specific time frame for something. That “something” could be anything… a phone call, a return date, an email. You learn to be grateful for every second, for every word, every email. You learn how to adapt to a life alone, at least for a little while. I’m not saying it’s easy, it doesn’t hurt or that I don’t think about him every single second of every day, because it’s not, it does and I certainly do. It’s just that after almost eight weeks of being without him, I can feel myself getting calloused. I don’t cry as much, I let more roll off my back and i’ve realized that it’s okay to ask for help if I feel like I can’t do it on my own.
In a way, i’m grateful for this experience. So many people never get to appreciate the person that they are with on such a basic level. Girls get gussied up for Friday date nights at a fancy restaurant and go to see a movie with the guy they love but me? I get pretty for my Monday night Skype dates with my love that’s a world away. Some girls take for granted being able to lean over and kiss their honey whenever they want, but me? It’s been 56 days since i’ve been able to kiss Matt, but I take comfort in closing my eyes and recounting every single detail of our last kiss. I feel like, although this is all wildly painful and hard, it’s equally amazing. I don’t know many girls that get a love letter every day. I do.
We are forced to communicate and work together and support each other with nothing more than our words and I feel like this is giving us such an advantage. I think that when you are forced to say that goodbye, when you are left to do nothing but wait (but sometimes you’re not even sure what you’re waiting for) and when all you have left some days is this overwhelming feeling of worry… you realize that this love you have for this other person is something so much bigger than yourself.
I didn’t really know where I was headed with this post when I started, but I think what I ended up with is so representative of everything that I feel right now. I love when I start writing and just… end up somewhere. Even on days like today when I get some kind of crappy news that things aren’t going exactly like I thought that they would, it really helps to just sit down, write and remind myself of all that I have to be thankful for.



I very selfishly love your blog because it reminds me NOT to take every night I have with B on our couch for granted. I know how lucky I am.