A year ago today, I had the pleasure of marrying A. It wasn't a grand affair, no family was present, but it was perfect and I wouldn't have changed it for anything. I flew out to visit for the weekend, originally just to attend a formal dress event while he was in training, but a couple weeks earlier we decided just to go ahead and get married. Best decision ever, as we couldn't have anticipated what the months ahead would hold. "Through sickness and in health..."
Since then, we've spent a grand total of 101 days together or 27.67% of the year.
There was the extended visit while he was in training, our family meet-up in Nashville, the first reunion in Hawaii, the "sick-Sarah" visits (two, for the record), and finally, the return of Sarah to Hawaii. So while being apart for over two thirds of the year has been extremely hard, it was also very bonding. We didn't have time to quibble over who's going to empty the dishwasher or who's responsible for the laundry, but we had plenty of time to talk and use FaceTime when our schedules allowed. My husband is a great talker, maybe not to the random strangers, but he certainly talked to me a lot over our time apart. And, lucky me was even frequently serenaded by his piano playing. (When I tried to get him to play for my parents he'd feign shyness but that never stopped him from being my personal pianist.)
I wish I could have prevented or changed the whole Sarah getting sick scenario, but honestly, the challenge probably just made our bond stronger. So, as we celebrate and look back on our first year of marriage on a mini-vacation in Waikiki, I am grateful and feel so blessed to have such a loving and deeply dedicated partner. Someone, who supported me in leaving my career behind and was by my side while receiving immunosuppressive therapy.
If this is the first year of marriage is like, I'm not worried. I only feel like I love my husband more, and we've already weathered a storm together.
Now we look forward to re-celebrating our bond with a wedding for family and friends.
Since then, we've spent a grand total of 101 days together or 27.67% of the year.
There was the extended visit while he was in training, our family meet-up in Nashville, the first reunion in Hawaii, the "sick-Sarah" visits (two, for the record), and finally, the return of Sarah to Hawaii. So while being apart for over two thirds of the year has been extremely hard, it was also very bonding. We didn't have time to quibble over who's going to empty the dishwasher or who's responsible for the laundry, but we had plenty of time to talk and use FaceTime when our schedules allowed. My husband is a great talker, maybe not to the random strangers, but he certainly talked to me a lot over our time apart. And, lucky me was even frequently serenaded by his piano playing. (When I tried to get him to play for my parents he'd feign shyness but that never stopped him from being my personal pianist.)
I wish I could have prevented or changed the whole Sarah getting sick scenario, but honestly, the challenge probably just made our bond stronger. So, as we celebrate and look back on our first year of marriage on a mini-vacation in Waikiki, I am grateful and feel so blessed to have such a loving and deeply dedicated partner. Someone, who supported me in leaving my career behind and was by my side while receiving immunosuppressive therapy.
If this is the first year of marriage is like, I'm not worried. I only feel like I love my husband more, and we've already weathered a storm together.
Now we look forward to re-celebrating our bond with a wedding for family and friends.
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