So today was the day that we finally had to say goodbye. . . . . .6 months since Tim was told, and told me, that he was going back to Afghanistan. . . . . . . . 6 months of dreading this day. And it was every bit as awful as I had imagined it was going to be!!
To be fair - since he got back from his "training", we have had 3 amazing weeks together - and I think we were both pretty satisfied that we had absolutely made the most of every second we had together before he had to leave. . . . . . . he managed to sneak home most weekends during training, which was a pretty expensive exercise - but 100% worth it. And then we had a beautiful week in far North Queensland - WHERE TIM ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!! It came as a pretty big surprise - we had talked about getting married a lot, but I didnt expect it to all be set into motion until he was back from this tour - but nonetheless - obviously, I was ecstatic. And I am still spending a LOT of time staring at the gorgeous ring on my finger :)
So after putting my fiance (hehehe) on the plane today - I am actually doing ok. Of course there were tears at the airport - but I have come back home, to our house, and I feel ok. I still wish he wasnt gone, and I wish I was going to see him sooner than August (about 135 days just in case anyone is wondering) - but I know once this trip is over, we have a wedding to plan, a house to buy and the rest of our lives to look forward to. I have enough dreams of our future to get me through the next 8.5 months . . . . . . .
