Suriving a deployment.

I've always been the type to celebrate every anniversary monthly, what an accomplishment it had been to be with the same guy for 1 month, 2 months, or even 72 months. I distinctly remember writing "Happy 35 months, babe!" on my exes '85 Volvo Station Wagon. But things are different now, instead I am finding myself joyous in celebrating months we have left until we can be together again. What an odd existence it is dating a man who is deployed.
See, the man I'm with now, I started officially dating the day before he left for Afghanistan. I know, I'm crazy, and sparatic, and one would think completely insane. I must be insane to choose to date someone who I wouldn't see for the next 9 months of our relationship. I didn't really have a choice. I fell in love.
I met him at a baseball game, he offered to buy me a beer and I happen to be a huge fan of Blue Moon. We sat on the hill overlooking the game, and talked for hours. He's the first and only man I'll ever let distract me from enjoying the beautiful sport of baseball.

I have rule's that I try to follow, you know, don't hang out two days in a row- wait a half hour before texting back... keep those boy's wanting more. We all know everyone loves the chase. But I couldn't wait to see him again, so the very next day we went camping.
I always thought it'd just be a summer fling. When he left, he'd be out of my life, and I'd maybe see him the same time next year at a baseball game. Little did I know, I would decide to date a man who would soon live 4,000 miles away from me. A man who I'd only get to talk to for about 10 minutes a week, a man who I'd go weeks without hearing a word. I'd be that girl who's phone was always charged, and always on loud, (yep, even in the movie theater.) He'd be the man who would walk the distance just to hear my voice for five minutes, and I'd be the girl who'd pretend that everything was perfect back home so we could both enjoy those five minutes.
I had suddenly become crafty in an odd way... care packages. Every time I grocery shop, I pick up little things to throw in his next care package.
Maybe I can use this to share my ideas. Or just to keep track, so in a year from now, I can look back and rememeber what it was like in the beginning. Head over heels in love with this man.