When I close my eyes I can still remember the first time our eyes met at the altar. As I walked up the aisle and saw you standing so majestic in your Dress Blues, I thanked God for helping me find the exact person I was met to spend my forever with. I reflect on our last nine years, all of the adventures on behalf of the Marine Corps, the pain of the separations, the unknown of our moves to a new location, and the learning lessons of understanding what it means to be married in the military.
I think our marriage is the most romantic kind; our relationship is measured by the moments we have together not the ones we have to be apart. And even after all this time, when your face shows up on my Skype or I get to hear your voice on a delayed phone line, it is like the butterflies of high school all over again. You are my one, Ronald Louis. The one I would be willing to wait months to see. The one I would move to the most desolate places on earth just to share the same home with. The one I look forward to beginning a next chapter with when the military gives you back.
I miss you. I miss you so much that it physically hurts my heart sometimes and yet I would not have chosen any easier of a path because this path is the one you walk on. And when our homecoming day comes, when I get to be in your arms again, it will not matter about the missed birthdays or this anniversary apart because we have our happily ever after. Even after the sleepless nights, longing for your kiss, and wishing your empty seat was filled at the table, I get to fall in love with you each and every time we say our good-byes and hellos again.
This anniversary I do not need flowers or diamonds or a fancy trip, just be safe my love. Be safe as you do that ever-so-important job so that one day soon we can be together again.
I love you, with all of my heart and soul. I love you…
See you soon, Bianca Marie