My husband has been in Haiti for eight days. He has four more to go.

I have missed him more than I have ever missed anyone in my entire life and it’s been refreshing.

Yes. Refreshing.

We are in the infamous first year of marriage. We are in the gauntlet. And the more comfortable we get the more we say what’s on our mind. And the more we say what’s on our mind the more we fight.

We fight because we are starting to get to know each other.

I see now that we merely met each other over the four years we dated. We were acquaintances compared to what we are learning about each other now.

No easy task.

When you’re married you have taken the vow to have and to hold until death do you part. (meaning divorce is NOT an option…)

BUT, you don’t know everything about your spouse. Oh, there is so much to learn. And what you learn you don’t always like…(And it may make you wish divorce was an option!)

Enters patience. (which I have none of.)

I must admit that I am THE WORLDS WORST at patience.

Justin learned this the hard way.

All those things I’ve learned (and are still learning) about him after we got married, I haven’t exactly been handling with grace. But a funny thing happened when he left for Haiti…

I started missing those idiosyncrasies and crazy habits he has.

I miss picking up every piece of clothing he owns off the floor.

I miss how he plays the air drums while driving down the road occasionally putting our lives in danger. (well…this could be an exaggeration.)

I even miss how he hates the way I chew my food. (I couldn’t make this up people.)

Since he’s been gone I’ve learned to appreciate him…as a whole.

The good and the bad.

I don’t miss the perfect version of him I have conjured up in my head. The person I’ve tried to mold him into.

I miss him.

Everything about him.

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