Oh, the Butterflies!
We're just about to the 8 month mark. Just about 1/3 of the way there. My Thomas is almost a third of the way done with his mission....and after 8 months it still isn't easy. Sure, maybe it's gotten a little easier through these months, but it's still far from easy. It's weird because missionary girlfriends don't really fit in anywhere. When my friends talk about their boyfriends and recent shananigans and dates and what not, I can't join in with them. But when my single friends talk about the single life and not having a boyfriend, I can't join in with them either. It's like I'm stuck in some parallel universe.
It's funny, because people say that when he comes back, it will be like starting all over. It will be like when we first started dating and it's all cute and romantic and lovey dovey and butterflies. But, the honest truth is, it was still that way when he left, even after over three years. He still gave me butterflies. His ringtone would go off and my heart would drop to my stomach because I knew it was him calling me. I would be getting dolled up to go out on a date, and I would have butterflies as I got ready. If I was going home for the weekend from school, I wouldn't be able to eat all day Friday because I would have such a bad case of butterflies because I'd be so anxious and excited to get home to my man! And we went on dates all the time! I hear girls talk about how they never go out on dates with their boyfriend anymore, and it kinda makes me sad. Tom and I went on dates allll the time. Dinner, movies, mini golf, whatever! We would look for any excuse to get dressed up and go out on the town. One time we went out to Benihana's just because I had bought a new dress and needed somewhere to wear it to! hahaha Even after over three years together, our relationship was totally flirty, romantic, and passionate. We were always doing random acts of love for each other, and showering each other with romance, to the point where it probably made a lot of people gag. hahaha. So when he comes home to me in 16 months, it won't be like starting over, it will be like picking up where we left off.
Sometimes, I think of that moment, when I'll first lay eyes on him again. I picture myself running and jumping into his arms like I used to. Then he'll spin me around, we'll have the biggest longest hug ever, and then top it off with a deep passionate big juicy one! haha. I get butterflies just thinking about it. My eyes start to water just imagining it. It feels like forever away, but I know this time will pass by quickly. I love him with my whole heart, and I can't wait for my missionary to come back home to me!
It's funny, because people say that when he comes back, it will be like starting all over. It will be like when we first started dating and it's all cute and romantic and lovey dovey and butterflies. But, the honest truth is, it was still that way when he left, even after over three years. He still gave me butterflies. His ringtone would go off and my heart would drop to my stomach because I knew it was him calling me. I would be getting dolled up to go out on a date, and I would have butterflies as I got ready. If I was going home for the weekend from school, I wouldn't be able to eat all day Friday because I would have such a bad case of butterflies because I'd be so anxious and excited to get home to my man! And we went on dates all the time! I hear girls talk about how they never go out on dates with their boyfriend anymore, and it kinda makes me sad. Tom and I went on dates allll the time. Dinner, movies, mini golf, whatever! We would look for any excuse to get dressed up and go out on the town. One time we went out to Benihana's just because I had bought a new dress and needed somewhere to wear it to! hahaha Even after over three years together, our relationship was totally flirty, romantic, and passionate. We were always doing random acts of love for each other, and showering each other with romance, to the point where it probably made a lot of people gag. hahaha. So when he comes home to me in 16 months, it won't be like starting over, it will be like picking up where we left off. 
Sometimes, I think of that moment, when I'll first lay eyes on him again. I picture myself running and jumping into his arms like I used to. Then he'll spin me around, we'll have the biggest longest hug ever, and then top it off with a deep passionate big juicy one! haha. I get butterflies just thinking about it. My eyes start to water just imagining it. It feels like forever away, but I know this time will pass by quickly. I love him with my whole heart, and I can't wait for my missionary to come back home to me! 
cuuuuuute. my best friend's missionary just barely hit the 8th month mark.
ReplyDeletemuch the key is to just stay busy yeah? :)