Some days I pause to bless the military wives, even though my separation is not the same, my hubby is not in a danger zone. But not a day goes by, not even an hour, that I don't think of him, dream of him, long for him. I am obsessed. I create pictures for him, search for cute love icons to include in emails. He does the same. We met online 15 months ago, got married 9 months ago, and 8 months ago I broke his heart when I flew home. I suppose it was a whirlwind courtship, but we knew. When I flew to Kosovo to meet him I was sure we would fall off the pedestals we had put each other upon, at least before the 6 weeks had passed. But no, we fell into forever and always, and this was the right choice, and the whole magic of new love. And now for months we are in limbo, the immigration waiting game. Status > Initial Review. The 5 month mark of them receiving the application came and went in April. So they are behind. Our lawyer was guessing he will have his interview in June, but many things need to happen first, and they haven't even started.
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