Why I’m lucky.

Realizing that I have had some distracting things happening in my life the past few weeks, I have gone back and re-read some of the blogs I’ve posted.  I have been so over whelmed with Comm Week, now that its over I am so much more relaxed and am slowing down a bit to look at things.

I am in love.  I am.  He is caring and loving and constantly shows and tells me how wonderful I am to him. He is thoughtful, and I know that he will always put me first in his life.  But he’s 7,500 miles a way. I don’t do long distance well at all.  He asked before, and I told him no, not yet, I was not ready. But I’m willing to try now.  And he asked again.  Jonathan, my lovely adorable man, and I said yes.   We had been almost inseparable from the moment he came home. It was a rapid insane transition for me.  Three weeks earlier I had been broken up with.  I was not ready. Still I think sometimes I am not ready, but I’m willing to take a chance.  I’m willing to be in love again, but being in love and loved by this man is an entirely different experience.

Jonathan is a man who has said he would fight for me.  That is how it should be. If you love someone you want them, then show that person you care, and fight for them.  He said he fought long and hard against me and my stubbornness and was so happy I finally said yes. :)

I have a boyfriend.  I have a man who is fighting for our country and is in Iraq.  I love him, I support him, and I’d do anything for him. 

My heart is not completely healed yet, but its on its way. I don’t know if you ever really stop loving someone that you loved so much. I guess they just fade away and become what I hope are pleasant distant memories.

I love you Jonathan, come home to us soon.