"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"

My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.


Monday, February 14, 2011

Love is...


Love is…

Love is waking up before the sun rises just to catch a glimmer of chance that he’ll be online.
Love is smiling about a phone call in place of kisses.
Love is being thrilled by a surprise flower delivery when you can’t spend a holiday together.
Love is being patient because the only man you ever want to be with is deployed half a world away.
Love is smiling about the two sentence email that is telling you that he won’t be online.
Love is living under two different time zones, because whenever he’s awake, is a chance that you might get to talk.
Love is doing something crazy to your hair and having him smile and say “take pictures for me, Babe.”
Love is spending a half hour in the store trying to pick out the best “I miss you” card.
Love is rushing around from place to place as quickly as possible so you don’t miss his call.
Love is going to bed alone every night because you swore to protect his heart.
Love is knowing that every day that passes just brings you closer to seeing him again.
Love is surviving deployment with one thought “only ** months left.”
Love, our Love, Military Love is true, strong and resilient.
If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t live to tell the tale.

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