Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Phone Call

I figured I probably wouldn't have much to write about until graduation, but today was definitely worth remembering!

It was 3:15 and I was sitting at my desk at work when my phone started vibrating-- Unknown number from "San Diego Area" and I thought my heart was going to fly out of my chest. I answered after the first ring and immediately started running outside knowing how terrible the cell reception is in the office. I heard Bryan say: "Dana?" right before the call dropped. By then I was outside and frantically started calling the number back over and over again each time hearing "I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed at this time" (shouldn't have been surprised it was a one-way phone). I stumbled to the picnic table, tears already forming, devastated as I realized I may have missed my chance to talk to Bryan-- AGAIN. But, then, my phone started ringing.

His voice was so hoarse it was barely recognizable, but it was still my Bryan. A couple weirdly-serious-Marine-things slipped out but then he'd immediately go back to his old, normal self. The phone call was 3.5 minutes long, most of which was spent listening to each other cry and laugh at the same time. But, even with so few words, it was the most exciting conversation I've ever had. I could HEAR him say he loves me and I could say it back! At the end of the call, a drill instructor's booming voice started barking at Bryan and Bryan responded back with lots of "Yes, sir!" "No, sir!" We exchanged one last round of "I love you's" and then that was it.

3.5 minutes is a cruel amount of time to have to talk to you husband.. Especially when you haven't heard his voice in 64 days. But it reminded me of what I'm waiting for, and how worth all of this already has been for our relationship.

I missed the chance to speak with Bryan on our 1 year wedding anniversary, but we coincidentally got to speak on the 2 year anniversary of meeting each other. We met June 25, 2010 and stayed up talking until 7am the next morning. After getting home, I called my mom from Idaho and told her about the amazing guy I had met and told her I was going to marry him one day. She laughed, but here we are 2 years later- married and going through this new, huge adventure together.

I promise the next post will be back to my working out/weight loss-- my life is pretty cheesy these days, every once in a while I just have to let out the mushy stuff!
Summer, 2010

Friday, June 15, 2012

Not Alone

There's no way to write everything that has happened since I last wrote. Since my last entry, I've been to Georgia, missed the chance to hear Bryan's voice, found a much needed hidden letter, and had a strange meeting with someone who met Bry at boot camp.

Georgia was the greatest and hardest week thus far. Being surrounded by so many people who love Bryan (almost) as much I do was incredible. There were several highlights of the trip, but spending our anniversary with family was really important to me. The flowers, cake, letter from B, and most of all getting to be around family made for a great day! Anniversary aside, it was hard not to feel emotional throughout the night- Bryan's favorite thing in the world is when his family comes together. Such a simple thing, but nothing makes him happier.
Three days later, I read a Facebook status belonging to a girlfriend of a recruit in Bryan's platoon- she had gotten to speak to her man on the phone but thought it was so weird the number showed as a Florida area code. My stomach dropped to my feet immediately remembering I had 2 missed calls from a Florida number on our anniversary night. I don't know how much begging he had to do, but Bryan called me TWO TIMES during the anniversary dinner. And, to top it all off, my voicemail is broken so he couldn't even leave a message. My heart hurt for the rest of the trip.

Since that devastating night, though, bizarre/wonderful things have kept happening. I stumbled upon a letter from Bry hidden away in a magazine saying exactly what I needed to hear- "I love you" written in a hundred different ways. At the time, I couldn't imagine receiving any greater reassurance that I was being watched over.. until today! A new guy was put onto my team at work this morning. We were standing around waiting for the conference room to open up when I noticed how he was standing- feet shoulder-width apart, arms folded behind his back, and head held high. I asked him if he was in the military and he grinned. Long story short- he had just come back from Camp Pendleton on medical discharge. I grabbed a picture of Bryan from my desk and he started laughing. "I always saw him at Church on Sundays.. he has the biggest smile!" And I stayed teary-eyed for the rest of the day.

It's hard not to feel sorry for yourself when you have a cold place in your bed where your sweetheart should be. But it's worth it to be able to hear that even among hard Marines (and being transformed into one himself), Bryan is still known for his smile.

As JL Tyner says, "You know why Bryan is always smiling? Because he's happy."