My grandmother is not a soft spoken woman. She tells it like it is (or like she thinks it is) no matter what the situation. My grandmother is also not someone who lives an hour away and who we never see. She lives two houses away, and I grew up in her house-from 7am to 7pm-even occasionally living there. She fixes my clothes and sews things on B's uniforms. I take her dog out and drive her places when she doesn't feel like driving herself.
When B and I first started dating, she was very concerned with his military-ness. Which, honestly, I find rather odd since my grandpa was in the Air Force and she was a military wife. But, he did his four years and left. B is, at the current moment, planning on 20 years. A lot of what she says is very defensive--she doesn't want you to know what's really going on, so she yells at you instead. I heard a lot of "you don't want to do that" "why would you want to do that" "you're going to be miserable" "you'll never be able to do it." (She loves me, I swear, but she always thinks she knows what's best. If I had broken it off with him because of the military, she would have yelled at me for that too.)
But this week I told her we were stationed in Wyoming.
She didn't yell at me.
Through tearing eyes, all she said was "...I thought it wasn't supposed to be that far."
So, needless to say, my weeks been kind of...eh. And I've been really worried about leaving our families.
But tonight I came home from class and found two bars of Dove Milk Chocolate (THE BEST ever chocolate!) and a card on my desk. The inside of it had no typed phrases, no goofy love quote, and nothing hallmark. But, it had two pages of writing from B. Two perfect pages of exactly what I needed to hear this week. Exactly.