As an emotional person, these past few months have sent me through a loop.
Jason, who is my rock, my best friend, an incredible boyfriend and an all around amazing man, is working insane hours to set our move into motion. Although I have the upmost respect for him, admire what he is doing and am incredibly proud of what he is accomplishing, I miss him something fierce.
Routines are hard to break, especially when they remain the same for so long. I became spoiled – loved every minute of it – which is why these past months have been really hard. I miss having him at home; I miss those moments we shared every day, the conversations that were had about the day and others that stemmed from those initial words.
Although we communicate as much as possible throughout the day, text messages are not the same. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing from him, but I would rather hear his voice in person than through reading his words on my phone.
I miss sharing the highlights of my day, the overwhelming feelings that overcome me as people share their kind words of the work I have done with the Eagle, as well as the gains we have made with our move in person.
Now with his work day beginning early and ending late, an hour or two is spent together at night – usually half asleep on my part – when we quickly catch up on each other’s day and our move before I head to bed and he unwinds for the night.
These past few months have shown me just how truly important this man is to me. How I truly love having him around to share everything with.
Friendships are important, especially that best friend you pour everything on – the emotions, the activities and happenings of the day, and most of all the reason you may need to make sense out of something.
I am fortunate to have found a best friend, who is also my boyfriend, who I hope to spend the rest of my life with.
I cannot wait to have Jason around more … but I know he is working for the greater good of our future – very near future – so we will be in good hands once we arrive in Kingsport.
Jason know that what you are doing is appreciated beyond belief . . . but know that your presence is missed at home.