I Finally Get It

I was 18 years old and my mom and I were out running a few errands. I was sassily telling her about a friend's latest posts on her blog about how her husband was gone on a trip. She wrote every day for like three days in a row how much she missed him. I thought it was way too dramatic. "Blah, blah, blah. I don't get it, mom. Why doesn't she just pretend like her life is back to before she was with him? Then she wouldn't be so dramatic." My mom, being the wise woman she is, just smiled and said, "Honey, someday you'll understand."

Well, folks, that day has come. I finally get it.

Robbie left yesterday for a business trip to Chicago, and is coming back tomorrow evening. I'm so glad he could go be with the men in the family and have this experience, but to say I miss him would be an understatement. There is no way on earth I could just pretend like my life was back to before I knew him. NO WAY. Bear with me as I get a little mushy (I love having excuses to be mushy. #newlywedsforlife), but I have to say that there is no going back when love has affected you as deeply as it has both of us. We are different people than before we knew each other, and thank goodness we only move forward from here!

It's fun to miss each other this much, because you know what that means? It means we're both completely in love!

So to you 18 year-old girls out there who think I'm just being dramatic (well, I guess Todd is the only one out there that is reading this and is closest to that age...and he already knows I'm crazy), someday you will fall in love with a wonderful man that will leave you surprise videos on your phone when he leaves out of town, and prepare a 13-step treasure hunt for you to do around your cozy apartment while he's away, and then you'll get it.

#comehomealready

Robbie in Chicago! Haha, this guy. He's the best.