I guess it's the journey, not the destination.
Today, R and I are 4 years old. FOUR! YEARS! OLD! Wow, how did we do that?
Admittedly, there had been many difficult times. There were some sad moments, frustrating moments when I had to fight the urge to throw stockings around his neck and haul him out of the window, and moments when I just want to curl up somewhere and pretend all this LDR thing isn't actually happening.
But on top of that, there were the blissful moments, the crazy moments when we walked around half of Tasmania breaking our legs, balancing on rocks and taking pictures of wallabies, and quiet moments of contentment knowing that noone else knows and loves me the best. Moments which make me believe that there would be many more to come.