Okay, I'm sick of Cary. Just kidding. But it's strange how much an extra phone call or a series of e-mails takes the lonely pangs and obsession away. It's calmer now. But it still feels like we're going to be hurtled right back to Newbold lovesickness when we get to see each other the end of May. I still get anxious and excited and possessive when I think about a reunion, but I also know to keep the fantastical thoughts in check. This is life. This is real. This is a serious choice we've made, with important actions and relationships to consider. But of course it's also something that will add kindle to the romance fire. Military-induced distance deservedly makes the heart grow fonder. I just have to make sure we get all the bang for our buck that we can and keep the mystery alive both away and at home. So go back to playing hard to get, Cary. Piss off your drill instructors. Wink, wink.
Speaking of, that darn kid keeps passing his physical tests with flying colors. A tough inspection is tomorrow. Will keep you posted. No pun intended.
On a bit of a side note, in talking to a fellow military wife who's also Adventist, we realized being Adventist and in the process of joining the military is like being an Adventist and eating a cheeseburger while waiting to audition for So You Think You Can Dance and wearing dangly earrings and black nail polish.
Some images courtesy of the OCS Class 10-15 Friends & Family! Facebook Group.
Newport Naval Station on the Rhode Island Coast.
Whoo. (How am I going to get an outfit that will match that come graduation? Ideas?)