The Crepuscule of Sailor's Wife Life

Yes, so I went for a little poetry with today's blog title, but why the heck not? And who doesn't love the word "crepuscule?" It's a disgusting-sounding word for the most beautiful time of day, just after sunset. It sounds like some kind of bivalve creature, though.

The grand language I use because this may one day be an historic moment in my life; the moment just before I found out whether my husband was offered a land job. You see, in less than an hour, the hubs is due to enter an office and negotiate a contract for an engineering job- on land. For the four-plus years we've known each other, our relationship has always been long distance for half of the year. For the past three years, it's been three weeks on the ship and three weeks off. There have been birthdays, Christmases, and anniversaries spent apart, and weddings attended sans my plus-one. There have been lonely, pathetic, and frustrated nights. There have been nightly hour-long phone calls. There was one text that read "Another ship hit ours. But everyone's okay!" There was the kitten acquired to dull my loneliness. Then there were the phone pictures of the kitten growing up, sent via email. It became a way of life, and I became accustomed to it. I stopped feeling jealous of other couples who get to see each other every day. To my friends and family, I painted a picture of a life that was exciting and romantic.

But now it may be over. I might finally be on the cusp of knowing what it's like to be married, full time. The possibility is dangling above me for the next hour or so, and yet I have to go on at work like nothing is happening. Yes? No? Yes?