One Year

Today marks exactly 365 days since Nathan and I were reunited.

It kinda blows my mind that it's been that long.

But it also blows my mind that he ever even left.

I remember girls telling me that when he got home, the two years would disappear and it would be like they never happened.

I remember feeling like that was impossible.

But that's exactly how it was.

Here we are, one year later.

Married for almost 9 months. A baby on the way.

Life is crazy guys.

I can remember feeling like he would never be home.

Now I spend every day with him.

It's the best reward for so much faith and patience.

I love this guy.

So glad he got the opportunity to serve, and even MORE glad that he came home to me.

Left: Last picture we took before he left. Right: First picture we took when he got home.

Leaving

This Friday I leave for California. My beautiful baby sister is getting married August 3rd! My big sister and I are throwing her a shower on Saturday, she goes through the temple on Tuesday and then a few days later she will be a married lady!! I am so excited to spend this next week with her and celebrate her special day. She is my closest friend and her fiance is perfect for her and I can't wait to see them happy for all eternity. Friday cannot come soon enough!

..Except that it can. I am a crazy ball of mixed emotions lately.

Nathan can't get much work off. So he will be flying to California the night before the wedding. As in we will be apart for a week. No big deal right? WRONG.

Since Nathan came home from his mission, we haven't been apart for a single day. When we were engaged we had work and school but we always saw each other at night. And now that we are married we spend every morning and night together. After going two years without him, I don't want him out of my sight. My separation anxiety is kicking in bad and I am having flashbacks to poor little Kaitlin circa early 2010 when Nathan had just left for St. Louis. I feel like I did my time. I didn't see him for 730 days. Before that we lived an hour apart for our 2 years of dating and only saw each other on weekends. I shouldn't ever have to be without him again, right?

I know I'm a big baby. Like, a huge one. There are women who have lost their husbands, women who send their husbands off to war, and women whose husbands are constantly traveling for work. I am leaving mine for barely 6 days in our cozy little apartment with a well-stocked fridge while I spend a week with my amazing family. But this first time away is going to be hard. Plus this is my blog, so I can whine and complain all I want!! Nothing could make me miss this week with my sister. I am giddy just thinking about being home with her and counting down to her wedding. But it would be nice to have my husband there too.

These four months of marriage have taught me a lot. But more than anything they have taught me just how truly made for me my husband is. They have taught me how much I love him. They have taught me how awesome it is to marry your best friend, and they have taught me that I don't ever want to be away from him. Not even for a day. I know as time goes on being apart will be easier, but I don't think it will ever be fun. Everything is better when he's there.