I'll admit it:

I'm pathetic.

I remember Derick and I had "officially" been boyfriend and girlfriend for 1 whole month when we had to not only spend our first whole day apart, but our first whole week apart.  We both thought we might die.  We texted 24/7. We called each other every night, and talked  for hours being as sappy as we possibly could, "I miss you", "will this week ever end?" A couple of weeks after he got back from his soccer camp I was forced to go camping with my family.  The prospect that I could possibly not have service, or an outlet to charge my phone, was killing me.  How was I supposed to survive three whole days without seeing or talking to him??

Luckily, I had service (for 24 hours before my phone died--no outlet).  And it just so happened that this camping trip brought the 8 paged text that contained the first time Derick ever said the 'L' word to me.  That's right, folks.  We confessed our love to each other via text.  But that was the only option... What if a bear ate me or something and we never got to tell each other the deepest feelings we had for one another?  You might be able to imagine how sappy and pathetic we were.  I was just barely 17 and he was almost 18.  I guess it makes a little sense.

Fast forward to a year and a half later when Derick left to serve his 2 year LDS mission.  I hated 'Summer of 2008 Caitlin'. I had it so easy then.  I took so much for granted. I couldn't believe there was once a time when it was hard to spend a week apart, and now I was supposed to survive 2 years with out seeing the man of my dreams, or talking to him at all.  It's safe to say I had hit rock bottom.  I was depressed.  I watched lifetime movie, after lifetime movie for 2 whole months (The couch probably had my body print permanently indented into it).  Each one of them made me cry sob. I hated the movie 500 days of summer. Why the hell heck was it supposed to make me happy to know that you can eventually move on from the 'love of your life'.  Stupid movie.  I didn't understand the fuss over it, and I secretly despised the people who raved over the movie. I ended up crying in my bed for 3 hours after I watched it.  It only discouraged me more.

But time passed and Derick finally came home.

• 24.5 months


• 106 weeks


• 744 days


• 17,856 hours


• 1,071,360 minutes

Later he came home. Life was good again and I promised myself I would never take him for granted, and I would never freak out about not seeing him for a few days. I would not be the type of  girl I couldn't stand while Derick was gone: "Ugh, I can't see my boyfriend for 3 whole days!!" (In the most whiney voice you can imagine, with the biggest pouty lip) and then there is me thinking awful things about this person.. maybe envisioning myself punching them in face, all because they had no idea what 2 years felt like.

But fast forward to a year and a half later.  Derick and I are married.. have been for 7 months, and we haven't spent longer than 2 days apart since the mission. That is.. until now. Now we are supposed to spend 1.whole.week. apart from each other. Why??  Why me?  I'm suddenly feeling like 'summer of 2008 Caitlin' all over again!

Like I said, I'm pathetic.