It's that time again! June 25th is a very special date for T and me. Sure, we now have an anniversary to celebrate every year on September 18th, but we always will have that special date in June to remind us of where we began and how far we've come.
It's been three years since our very first date. Before June 25, 2008, T and I had only had a few phone conversations and exchanged emails. No way did I have any idea whatsoever that the man I was meeting for dinner at Carrabbas that week day evening was my husband. But yet, he was, and here we are. So this Saturday, we will be making our annual date to Carrabbas to celebrate that very special occasion. It's what's keeping me going this week as I'm away at a work conference missing T like crazy.
It's crazy because before I met T, I would be okay going on a work trip alone like this. Well, sure I'd be lonely but, I'd be fine. But now, I just miss him so much when we are apart. It's just the little things. So by the time we do talk at night, I am just bursting to tell him everything about my day. Every boring and mundane detail. It's like my day just isn't complete until I do that. But I can't help it. He's my best friend. It's hard when you're used to waking up to the same person every day and you wake up in a strange city, thousands of miles away and not be able to really talk to them but for a brief period at night. But...it's only this week, and there are people out there who can't talk to their spouse for much longer, like spouses who are deployed, etc. So I am lucky. But I miss him like crazy, and I can't wait until Friday when I come home and even more so, I can't wait until Saturday when we go out and celebrate the special date that made us us.
I love you, T. Happy three years!