Life for the past two weeks has been a huge whirlwind. On May 16th my boyfriend proposed to me on a beautiful day on the beach in Hyannis, Mass. We rode our bikes to the beach, walked around for a while, then walked out onto a stone jetty where he popped the question and I cried so much I could hardly talk. I think back to when we first started talking and he was still in Iraq and we were learning as much as we could about one another from 6,000 miles apart, and I would think about him and his safety and how wonderful he was every second. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and run to the computer to see if he was online because of the time difference, just so I could make sure he was ok. It was an intense way to start a relationship-- I worried for the first 3 months we knew each other that he would die before I ever got to kiss him. It brought our connection to a different level. We weren't just two people in different cities getting to know each other... we were two people who were absolutely supposed to meet, no questions asked, getting to know each other with the backdrop of war and the constant overarching fear that something would happen.
We don't take each other for granted, that's one good thing that came out of it. And now I get to marry him. It still shocking to me, two weeks later. He has amazed me in some way every single day since day one a year and a half ago, and I know he'll continue for the rest of our lives. There's no way I could ever be more perfect for another person, or that I could ever love someone as selflessly and truly as I love him. I love him for everything he has done and will do, how much he loves people and how I've never doubted for one second that we were created to be together.
Once we were watching a show on the History Channel about the beginning of the universe. They were talking about stars and how everything in the universe is made from stardust. I think that was the moment we agreed that we must have been made from the same star, because it's like our cells talk to each other and pull at one another like opposite poles. It's more than just being someones "soulmate," it's the feeling that the tiniest parts of ourselves match and have been looking for one another since the very beginning of time.