basket of fruit.


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Just when I get frustrated, a frustration fueled by missing J, this arrives. Fed by not wanting to admit my heartache. Alleviated by admitting how much I rely on J. Full circle completed by realizing how much I love J.

What a therapeutic basket of fruit.

why 30 days?


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In the last two years, my marriage has consisted of living together for 30 days at a time. When it was just J in the Marine Corps, I would track the time together and apart. Since he left for his 2nd OEF deployment, and I left for OCS soon after he got back, I haven’t been able to wrap my mind around how much time we’ve spent apart.

Instead, I started tracking it by time together. And that has been largely in 30 day increments.

So there you have it. We’re two, active-duty Marines who enjoy our marriage 30 days at a time. Here’s to tracking what it means for us, and where it takes us.