To Have and to Hold

Love is patient and kind; 

Love is not jealous or boastful;

Love is not arrogant or rude;

Love does not insist on its own way;

It does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends

The first night is fine; almost enjoyable even. The second is bearable, but there is a growing darkness lingering in the corner. By the third, there is a definite storm cloud occupying my mind. Maybe it's not because of the three consecutive days and nights spent alone, but the fact that it is only day 3 of a 12 day stretch.... That's when I have to stock up the wine cellar.
I knew being a military wife wouldn't be easy. I've been exposed to enough of it all my life I thought I would have this handled. To a certain extent, I do. I'm not surprised at any "unwelcome" news or when plans change without notice at an almost constant rate. This isn't  just military any more. It isn't just the Navy. It's reactor. It's only just the beginning, and I have so much to learn.
Should I be a little more concerned that I left everything I knew (family, friends, the simple Wyoming lifestyle I've grown accustomed to, etc.) moved over 2,000 miles to the 2nd largest city of California to marry a man I hardly get to see?
The selfish, newly-wed wife of 22 says, "yes! Yes, be upset, this sucks!" The rational part sees: I am so proud of my best friend. He's a humble bad-ass who works his butt off and whenever he does get a chance to come home, I am  so glad I'm here for it. I am so proud of him, I can't express it enough.
He has one of the most important jobs on that boat, he likes it, he's good at it and he works hard at it. He makes the ship GO! (I often wonder what the other 4,000 some odd people do on the boat.) Most importantly, he enjoys what he does. Not the long hours, or the deployments/under-ways and such (the whole Navy part) but the nuts and bolts (literally) of his job. He's proud of himself and that is what makes me smile. It comforts me. My best friend is a humble bad-ass and I just so happened to marry that man. I'll suffer through some more lonely nights, but to see that smile some back home to me, it's all worth it.