Last night I had to say goodbye to my husband for the first time since we got married (2 months ago) and it was so much harder than I expected. My husband Harold is training to climb Mount Everest this Spring with his non-profit to raise awareness for soldiers struggling with PTSD and suicide. During these five days he is away he is meeting his team for the first time and climbing Mount Rainier to train for Everest. I am SO proud of him!
I knew this was coming and to be honest I didn’t think it would be hard for me since our entire relationship was long distance up until we got married. I thought if anything was going to be hard for me it would be when he actually goes to climb Everest. I was wrong. I think this is the first time I truly understand what it means when two people are married and become one, because being separated from him leaves me feeling like a part of me is missing. It is hard to explain, but it is so different from how I would miss him when we were dating. I long to laugh with him, to run up and hug him when he comes home from work, to pray with him, to have dinner together and snuggle on the couch, to go to sleep knowing he is safe and to wake up in his arms. I truly am the best version of myself when I am with him.
I also know that this is just the beginning of the many times we will be separated from each other and I need to put my trust in God that Harold will be safe and find strength in Him to get me through these times of separation. If I said I think this will be easy I would be lying to you, but as Harold always says “We have a big God,” and if I lean on Him He will not only carry me through but make me even stronger. So heres to falling in love with my God even more!